How to Bae-Cation in the Bahamas

“It must be so hard to be in a relationship when you’re always traveling” 

No matter which way you slice it, travel blogging is a fabulous job that does simultaneously take you away from friends, family, and even potential partners. So when you find someone worth the wait, you make it happen… Even long distance. 

This is where Bae-Cations become extremely important…

Bae-Cation: A trip you take with your significant other to reconnect, relax, and remember the reasons you fell in love. 

So as my birthday, which falls on Valentine’s Day, was fast approaching… we scoured destinations together to find the perfect getaway. 

We decided on the beautiful islands of the Bahamas… the cerulean waters, fresh seafood, and warm weather was all we needed to know before booking our flights. 

Having never been there before, I had no idea where to start, which islands to visit, or what there was to do. So I have put together a guide below of how to do a proper bae-cation in the Bahamas. 

Enjoy! 

Where We Stayed: 

The Cove, Eleuthera 

As you pull into the paved drive, framed with lush palms... you're handed a chilled Bahama Mama as you settle into your new island home away from home. The warm smiles of the hotel staff welcomes you to the paradise that is The Cove, Eleuthera. 

Sweeping views of cerulean sea run along two private beaches within the properties expansive estate. The bight and luxurious guest rooms, suites, and villas have all the modern amenities needed to fully relax and recline during your stay. With flat-screen TV's, in-room wifi, and an impeccable room service menu... you'll find it hard to leave the comforts of your new home.

Just outside your slated wooden doors, lies a beautiful infinity pool, sunset bar, restaurant, gym, spa, entertainment room, hammocks and more all at your leisurely disposal. Take a paddle board out for a spin, or snorkel the beautiful coral reefs just a short swim from the sandy shoreline. 

Dine in for lunch at the lovely Gregory Town Grill to try fresh local favorites including tuna tartare and citrus conch salad. After days spent soaking up the sun, grab a drink for happy hour as the sunsets from the comfort of your own hammock (servers come to you!). In the evening, the onsite Freedom restaurant serves up a wide array of fare from fresh sushi and the catch of the day, to perfected steaks and pork chops. 

The Cove Eleuthera is one of those rare gems in the Caribbean that truly understand the meaning behind an experiential and personalized stay. The staff feel like family, the resort feels like home, and the beach is your playground. This is the perfect place to get away from it all with style, sophistication, and thoughtful detail.

The Pink Sands Resort

Arriving into the lush, open-air lobby edged with impressive Banyan trees, one would immediately get the impression they were arriving into the jungle more closely related to Costa Rica or Bali. 

Yet, the Pink Sands Resort on Harbor Island is a rustically quaint getaway, just a short boat ride from the island of Eleuthera. 

On over 20 acres of land, this resort lays on one of the most iconic stretches of pink sand beaches in the Caribbean. Their beach bungalows are minimalistic in style, with a clean neutral palette. 

Hungry? Head on over to their Blue Bar for a conch salad, or fish tacos, or opt for more formal dinner at Malcolm 51, serving everything from the freshest catch of the day to a delectable slow roasted chicken. 

This beach resort is great for disconnecting from the outside world, while allowing yourself to truly reconnect with the natural beauty of the Caribbean.

What We Did: 

Conch Diving: 

Maybe it’s seeing him with his shirt off, freediving for his life to get you lunch but conch diving with bae is certainly a way to get the blood pumping and emotions building. Basically you go out on a half-day boat (tanning, anyone?) and then pull into a cove to snorkel around and find conchs. Once spotted, you or most likely bae will free dive down, grab the shell with conch inside, and bring it back to the boat for a lovely shore lunch. I mean is there anything more manly than watching him hunt and gather? #justsaying.

Biking: 

Some of the best adventures we’ve been on this trip have been when we just jumped on our bikes and went for a ride. We ended up at an old-school ice cream parlor. Hey, carbs don’t count on the islands, especially when biking! We also came across a fun reggae club with cheap beers and hopping music – Daddy Dilly’s Club and Ice Cream Parlor, neither of which are Google Map-certified, hence the surprise run-in while biking.

Have a Hammock Happy Hour:  

At the end of a hard day we transition into night with the hammock happy hour, where waiters at The Cove bring you whatever you want straight to your hammock at half price until sundown. I mean, is there anything better?

Kayaking & Snorkeling: One of the days we set off on an excursion that included kayaking and snorkeling together. It was so incredible, for one… you get a work out, there are plenty of strong currents and it’s an amazing way to be active while still catching some rays. Also, the marine life we saw was second to none. From dolphins, eagle rays, and tropical fish to various sponge and fan coral. This is a great activity to do as a couple as well because you can kayak, swim and see everything together. 

27 Trips I Took When I Was 27

My passport is a double-wide. It holds the stamps of the many places that change my life everyday. Mindless blank stares, through the cheap glass barriers of customs, the ink dries and already begins to fade. Yet if I close my eyes, the memories of those places come flooding back to me. 

That tiny corner baker in Venice that opens at sunrise and housed all the hungry gondoliers. The jam-packed electronic shop in Tokyo, where I continuously yelled “selfie-stick” while pantomiming like a monkey with my phone, nothing. To the most spectacular sunset on top of Table Mountain in Cape Town, where I sipped local wine and stared in awe at the beauty around me. 

To the people who have helped me, loved me, and shared memories with me. Some of which, I’m proud to say, are total strangers. The beauty of traveling by yourself at times is the inevitable dependency you have on other human beings. Asking for directions, speaking different languages, exchanging multiple currencies, talking to complete strangers, all things that push me and force me to grow… daily. From first class plane rides to rickety overnight trains, bare bones camping to glitzy five star resorts… There is no right way to travel. No one can say how anyone should or shouldn't experience the world… 

The only requirement should be to see it. To feel it. To take it all in. With every breath, emotion, and sense alive in your body. Only then will it change you. Only then will you have felt the truest form of exploration both personally and geographically. 

There were more then 27 trips this year but these were the ones that I loved, that loved me back. Chase your dreams, fight hard, get creative and do whatever it is that you love everyday.

For me that’s travel.

Xx

Skiing in Heavenly

Where We Stayed: Edgewood Tahoe

Walking through the large wooden doors, you are greeted by one of the most spectacular views of Lake Tahoe. In the Great Room, floor to ceiling windows create the backdrop for a warm, modern lobby that welcomes you to the Edgewood Tahoe. 

The expansive lakeside property boasts 154 different rooms and suites all with gas-burning fireplaces, balconies, and the most snuggle-worthy linens. The customer service is second to none, with all attention to detail thoughtfully orchestrated. From the ski concierge to their 8,500 square foot spa, no expense was spared to make this the ultimate weekend getaway. 

One huge perk available at this world class lodge: a free, readily available shuttle to take you into town at a moments notice. 

The hotels on-sight dining also includes a casual, yet delicious Bistro serving breakfast, lunch, and dinner. An incredibly upscale, romantic dinner restaurant, The Edgewood, that was also named one of the most scenic restaurants in America by OpenTable. As well as a sports bar, Brooks, to catch the Sunday game with a cold beer and a lively crowd.

Whether you are looking for a cozy lodge to call home during your next ski-vacation, or are wanting a serene escape with sweeping views and a peaceful environment... The Edgewood Tahoe delivers in every aspect.

Our Ski Equipment: Ski Heavenly Rentals

When you are looking to escape the busy city life and really experience the great outdoors, what better way than skiing/boarding down the back bowls of a mountain. 

Now take that concept, add an incredible lake view, a good dose of sunshine, and plenty of runs (between two states) to explore and you'll have just arrived in Heaven... Well Heavenly that is. 

At just over 10,000 ft, Heavenly Mountain is a fabulous place to to catch the fresh air and powder, with all the comfort of quality restaurants and a solid Apres Ski scene. With a super streamlined online system, renting skis has never been more efficient. The warm and helpful staff can answer any question you have regarding your equipment, gondola timing, and the current conditions. 

Luxury Trip To The Sahara Desert

My eyes slowly opened to the soft sounds of the wind. Confused and unable to place where I was, the fog of my peaceful night sleep began to clear as I took in the most calm, beautiful surroundings. I realized I had made it to the Sahara desert, one of my biggest dreams.

To be honest, it was even better than I expected.

I went on an incredible 4 night, 5 day journey through the Atlas Mountains. I met actual nomads, perused berber markets, ate more cous cous then thought healthy, I played the drums around a campfire underneath the desert stars. I learned how to tie a turban, how to properly pick dates, and learned the real meaning of trusting and letting go. This trip was absolutely once in a lifetime and will stay with me for the rest of my life. From the friendships that were built, to the amount of jaw-dropping moments shared. This journey was truly one for the books.

Day 1 & 2: Marrakesh 

Where We Stayed: Riad Anabel

Riad Anabel:

Upon arriving at the Riad Anabel, I was amazed at how quickly I relaxed and felt at home. The rooms are well appointed, the staff is beyond accommodating, and the location couldn't be easier to get to. This is a great, and inexpensive place to call home during your explorations in Marrakesh, also the food here is to die for… see below.

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Dining Like Queens

Our first night in the Riad we ordered dinner on the terrace and oh my god did they deliver. One of the best chicken with olive and lemon tagines, the most addictive honey-almond salad, with spicy grilled vegetables, and fresh bread. I was in absolute heaven. Their breakfasts here are also unbelievable and are included in the price of accommodation! #thedream

Day 3: Dades Valley 

We left Marrakesh in the morning and hit the road towards the Atlas Mountains. I personally have never been anywhere in Morocco besides Marrakesh, so I had no idea where we were actually going or what to expect. As our elevation slowly climbed, each twist in the road brought new elements and landscapes that served as the backdrop for our road trip. We stopped at the Todra Gorges, a breathtaking hidden valley in the middle of the mountains. Fresh water was running between the high rock formations and nomads who lived in caves and mountain ranges over five hours walking gathered to collect their weeks supply from the spring.

We listened to their journeys, played with their children, and offered dates as a gift for them and their families. These wild spirits were ACTUALLY nomadic, and they lived everyday to the best of their ability. It was truly inspiring, especially considering every instagram-travel-blogger loves to call themselves a nomad… how different the true meaning of this word really is.

Where We Stayed: Chez Pierre

After a long day of walking and exploring I found myself drifting to sleep in the car on the way to our hotel for the night. As our car slowly came to a stop, my heart leaped into throat as I saw the large, torch-lit hillside Kasbah that proudly stood before us. The Chez Pierre was this perfect blend of what felt like an upscale ski-chalet and a rustic-boutique hotel in one. The chef prepared a knockout four course meal that was complete with live music and authentic entertainment (sometimes a rarity in tourist driven places).

In the morning, I pulled back the heavy wool berber blankets and slowly crept to the window where the light was seeping through the gauzy curtains. I screamed when I saw the view. Our balcony let out to 360 views of the entire mountain range. Needless to say, this hotel is a gem in all aspects of the term.

Day 4: The Sahara

After a delicious breakfast at the Chez Pierre we continued our journey onward. We wound through the mountains, stopping through Ouarzazate (the Moroccan Hollywood, where all the movies are filmed) for lunch and continued through the day. We drove through palm groves... where I demanded we stop to purchase more dates, as I’m not so secretly addicted to their sweet, nutty flavor. We visited a family-run shop where we purchased Djellaba’s and learned how to tie turbans. Outfitted for the desert we made our way onto the final highway. Until…

I SAW IT, WE HAD ARRIVED.

The sun was about to set and the red sand was blowing in spirals off in the distance. Mounds of sand stood like mountain peaks. We threw our bags into a pickup truck and began to drive up and down, surfing the dunes of the Sahara. I stared out of the window in complete shock, I felt like I was in a dream or an amusement park of some kind. It was a scene out of Aladdin, it was everything I thought it would be. Then, we stopped. We jumped out of the car and the warm, soft sand hit my feet. I thought of all the sand in all the beaches I’ve seen... yet this somehow meant the most to me. Naturally, we cracked open a few beers, took in the magical sunset from the top of a dune and eventually sauntered blissfully over to our camp.

Where We Stayed: Luxury Glamping

In my (#blessed) life, I’ve had a fair share of “glamping”. From burning man RV’s to Coachella TeePee’s. But nothing comes remotely close to what was waiting for me just over the last red sand dune.

This camp was beyond five-star. Full electricity, outlets, a fully functioning bathroom with flushing toilets! I was in shock. The tents, bedding, even the mattresses felt like I was in a suite at the Plaza Hotel, yet just outside the door sat one of the biggest wonders of the world. The camp is thankfully quite small, only 4-5 other tents like ours and one “restaurant” tent. We ate in the “dining area” and I just sat there with my mind blown as I casually sipped on my lentil soup.

After dinner we all gathered around a large bonfire pit. We told jokes, played the drums, and danced wildly under the stars and the moonlight. We slept like babies and woke up in time to welcome the sunrise over the desert. After breakfast we explored the area, played around in the sand until eventually we saw camels off in the horizon. We each packed our suitcases, mounted our camels, and made our hour and a half journey back to civilization.

Day 5: Ouarzazate

After our time in the Sahara we made our way back through the Atlas. On our way to Ouarzazate we stopped in one of the small villages as there was a huge local market that day. We walked around as farmers unloaded their produce, livestock, and anything else they’d been growing back where they’re from.

It was at this market that I realized we were the only tourists in sight. Which to me is an extremely incredible feeling, because I know it's authentic. This is their way of life and we were just lucky enough, because of our guides, to be able to experience it.

Where We Stayed: Dar Chamaa 

Later on that evening we arrived at a hotel just outside of Ouarzazate. It was super chic and modern with high ceilings and a beautiful outdoor pool. We ordered wine as room service, put on face masks and full absorbed all that we had just experienced in the last few days. The hotel in the morning was bustling and beautiful. Breakfast had plenty of options and the room we stayed in was exceptionally comfortable. Defintely recommend! 

Day 6 Ait Ben Haddou & Marrakesh 

On our last day we headed over to Ait Ben Haddou and had an absolutely wonderful time exploring this extremely large group of Kasbahs. We drank tea overlooking the village, watched as local artists painted with saffron, tea, and fire, and ogled at the many tapestries and handcrafted delicacies for sale within the Kasbah walls.

Later on our drive back to Marrakesh we stopped at another amazing yet abandoned Kasbah. After forgiving it’s ratty exterior you would find rooms that had some of the most intricate interior design details. Absolutely fascinating! 

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Overall, this trip was one of the most eye-opening and inspiring journeys I have ever been on.

At first, I was nervous about having done little to no research about where I was going. Everyone in America seems to overreact and make such a big deal out of the supposed “dangers” of traveling to a country like Morocco. But I can say with absolute honesty I never ONCE felt uncomfortable, threatened, nervous NOTHING. The guides know what they’re doing and every single person we encountered on our trip was nothing short of warm and hospitable.  

The team at Morocco Holiday Packages are attentive, proactive, well-networked, and overall incredibly genuine and kind people. They’re the reason this trip was as successful as it was and they’re prices are incredibly affordable. This trip has absolutely something for everyone and is a must to tick this off of your bucketlist. More information on how to book this trip below.

Big thanks to my now Moroccan family... cant wait for our next adventure! 

Farm to Table in Sweden at Ängavallen

After a long journey from Germany to Sweden via planes, trains and automobiles... I found myself walking through a misty pasture towards one of Sweden's best Eco-Organic farm-to-table restaurants. I entered Ängavallen's quaint barn-like cafe through an old wooden door with hopes of indulging in a much needed farm-fresh lunch. 

Inside, the bright cafe was bustling with locals all hand picking their daily assortments of milk, cheese, and meat. The nostalgic smell of fresh baked bread, complimented the warm atmosphere of the staff behind the counter. 

I was approached by a sweet middle aged man asking (first in Swedish) if I needed any help or suggestions. When I explained I was from NYC and could use all the help I could get... His eyes lit up and he began a very heartfelt, educational explanation of Ängavallen's farming practices and procedures. It was around that time that I realized he was Rolf Axel Nordstrom, the owner of the farm. He explained his love for animals, which had developed at an early age, as well as his responsibility in insuring every living thing on his farm led a happy, uninterrupted, natural life. 

All the cattle and sheep are pasture fed, and the goats and pigs also maintain an organic vegetarian diet. Their regime and lifestyle naturally creates a slower growing animal, the result is premium dairy and meat quality, high in Omega 3's and essential nutrients.

Once he finished explaining the farms philosophies, he translated the daily menu and offered up his personal recommendations. I opted for a charcuterie and cheese plate to start. It was the perfect way to get a comprehensive sampling of the most recent products the farm had to offer. I then ordered the daily quiche, which was filled with market vegetables and beef, as well as a spicy pork sausage. 

I paired it all with an organic wine from South Africa that was a blend of Shiraz, Cabernet Sauvignon, and Merlot. The wine combined with the creamy cheese, cured meat, smoky sausage and hearty quiche was absolutely heavenly. I couldn't get over all the effortlessly rustic flavors, working together to create a knockout meal... And this was just their lunch menu.

Ängavallen is an absolute must-visit foodie destination in the south of Sweden, where the fare on the table is as harmonious and high quality as the farm itself. 

An Oasis in Marrakesh: Ryad Dyor

The hot, marigold sun diffused softly through the glass lanterns hanging in the storefront windows. A warm wind rippled through, drying the freshly-dyed linen scarves draped on ropes above the courtyard. Large baskets of mustard, magenta, and royal blue spools of cashmere and wool beg to be felt and admired. The smell of exotic spices and sweet fruits waft from the carts, haphazardly drawn throughout the square. The sound of Arabic music crackles through an old Panasonic radio, somehow matching the rhythm of a skinny horses hooves against the broken cobblestone. This overwhelming play on the senses is just another day at high noon in the markets and souks of Jemaa el-Fna in Marrakech. 

After a considerable amount of time navigating my way through the labyrinth of alleyways, I finally came to a mystical, Tiffany-blue door. This beautifully bright and inviting entrance may have seemed out of place in the dusty back alleys of the medina, but I knew that just beyond it sat the oasis I would call home for the next few days.  

Stepping into the Ryad Dyor, a harmonious blend of fresh mint and warm argan oil infused the air, welcoming my tired feet and calming my busy mind. I felt as though I was escaping to a familiar hideaway, as I casually nibbled on dates and sipped tea from a beautiful silver pot. I listened as the host explained the intricacies and nuances of my new home away from home. While the riad itself sits in the heart of the medina, it is able to maintain it’s own ambiance of serenity away from the hustle and bustle of the market streets just outside the door. 

As an authentic Moroccan “riad”, the Ryad Dyor provides its guests with an intimate and private living experience that is as refined as it is comfortable. The name “riad” itself comes from the Arabic word for “garden”, which the Dyor takes pride in with its wide breezy windows and verandas that look out into an open-air sanctuary. After a long day haggling for goods at the market, I would slip into the plunge pool with a glass of rose and allow my tension to slip away. 

Each of the seven guest rooms and suites provide individual havens for anyone looking to retreat into an uninterrupted peace of mind. The rooms themselves are clad in toasted colors that are supplemented by soft stone, wood accents, and french moroccan textiles. Reserve a home-cooked dinner of tagine in the garden, and be sure to take your breakfast in the morning on the beautiful rooftop deck under the shade of the palm trees. 

Remember to book these riads ahead of time as they tend to sell out due to small nature of the bed and breakfasts. Marrakech is a magical, wondrous place full of hidden treasures and the Ryad Dyor is absolutely no exception.

An Authentic South African Safari & Elephant Experience

For as long as I can remember, I have visualized what it would be like to go on a real African Safari. Whether it was the fascination with the Jungle Cruise or my love for The Lion King it has been on my radar and bucket list for some time. I would imagine bouncing around in the back of a jeep, wildly gazing over the horizon trying to spot the big five. And while I truly had no idea what to expect, I knew that my trip to northern South Africa was going to be an absolute dream come true. 

As we boarded the small plane in Johannesburg, I finally heard the correct pronunciation of where exactly we were headed... Hoedspruit. Upon landing we were picked up by a bright young woman dressed in khaki and green. She grinned warmly as she grabbed our (ridiculously large) suitcases. We hopped into the back of the truck and began our journey to Camp Jabulani. Nestled next to the GIGANTIC Kruger Park (I later learned that park is actually around the size of Israel) lays a private game reserve called Kapama.

We bounced around iconically in the truck like Ace Ventura, and Julia caught my excited eyes in the rearview mirror. 

"Anything in particular you're dying to see?"

As I was about to answer like a wide-eyed child, a tower of giraffes (that's right, I also learned a group of giraffes is called a tower) quite literally towered over the car as they crossed our path... mouths full of shrub. She chuckled to herself, as myself and Maira jumped up in awe at what would become a very regular occurance. 

The Experience

Now I have never been one to enjoy waking up early. Yet when you're on a national reserve in the middle of Africa, with wild animals to see... somehow that 5:30am wake-up call just doesn't feel as painful. We bundled up in the early morning haze just before sunrise waiting for the knock at the door. Waiting patiently outside our villa was our fabulous guide Andre, ready to escort us to the open-air Land Rover. As the hotel is situated on an open reserve, from dusk till dawn you must be escorted by a guide due to wild animals that can and do roam the property. 

During our morning game drives we would spot prides of female lionesses roaming their territory. We’d find zebras, warthogs, and impalas harmoniously grazing the grassy knolls in the morning sun. Hippos wiggling their ears and cackling from the depths of the ponds served as the backdrop as we’d round the corners of the winding trails. Three fat male lions that lay motionless in the shade of a nearby tree… bellies swollen, in an obvious food coma from a recent kill. 

All of the sightings felt unreal. 

So much to see and it was only time for our morning coffee break with curious monkeys peering down from the treetops overhead. 

On our second day we went on an adventure to the HESC or the Hoedspruit Endangered Species Center. This was a beautiful facility dedicated to the sustainability and conservation of rare or endangered animals including Rhinos, Cheetahs, Leopards, Elephants and more. It was fascinating to learn about cheetahs including their bone structure, speed, and even breeding process. As well as the science behind how orphaned elephants need to be reintroduced to a herd slowly over time. We also learned about how hip problems can plague the king of the jungle through bad inbreeding. 

The Elephants

I find elephants to be one of the most majestic animals on the planet. With an unbelievable memory, these intellectual and social creatures embrace a matriarchal lifestyle that runs on the strength of their close family bonds. It’s so hard to believe anyone would want to harm or mistreat such a gentle giant. Yet you don’t need me to tell you about cruel people in the world that use these animals for a quick buck, an attraction. 

While the beautiful elephants at Camp Jabulani do attract attention, this is not the reason they are in Kapama under the watchful eye of their grooms. It all started with an abandoned baby bull they found starving and alone in the mud on their reserve. The owner of the HESC and Camp Jabulani, Lente Roode hand-reared the near-death four-month-old slowly back to health. 

They named the baby elephant Jabulani, meaning rejoice in Zulu. After months of rehabilitation, the team at the HESC tried methodically reintroducing Jabulani back into his native herd. After multiple failed attempts, it was clear this elephant would need the support of their team to try and give him a normal life. 

It wasn't until Roode caught wind of a hostile situation involving twelve elephants in Zimbabwe that the heard currently at Jabulani was formed. The twelve elephants were abandoned due to the increasing political and economic termoil that was unfolding in the neighboring country. Again Roode rescued the animals, as they were a prime target for their ivory tusks. Now a herd of almost 20 elephants live happily near the site of Camp Jabulani. The resort offers a unique interaction with Jabulani and the largest bull Sembakwe, that thankfully doesn't involve any tricks, gimmicks or riding. It truly is such a beautiful way to interact with this enormous animals. 

The Camp

This colonial-style camp is beautifully appointed with rich tapestries, authentic African decor, and thoughtful design. The main lodge is the perfect place for a glass of chardonnay and cheese plate in between game drives. Their small lagoon is full of active marine and bird life to entertain you during your indulgent morning breakfasts. The villas are spacious and luxe… with natural wood burning fireplaces, private plunge pools, and clawfoot tubs. Retire into your luxurious bed each night for a full nights sleep before the activities commence in the early morning. 

The culinary experiences at Camp Jabulani truly elevated the entire experience. With unthinkably romantic settings, flavorful and local delicacies, and extreme attention to detail the nightly dinners gave the morning game drives a run for their money. For our first meal, we were led through a labyrinth of trees, down a small path speckled with candles that eventually opened up to a wonderfully romantic, fire-side Braai (a traditional South African cookout). The rich South African Pinotage paired perfectly with their tender and perfectly cooked Kudu… all taken in with the sounds of the wild echoing just beyond the moonlit lagoon. Beyond magical.  

Camp Jabulani is one of those needle-in-a-haystack resorts that fully embodies the meaning of premium hospitality. From the knowledgable and extremely dedicated rangers to the chefs, massage therapists, and butlers… no request is too small, no question too silly.

This is more than a resort. This is your home, your extended family, your safari. 

Breakfast in Bed at Llangoed Hall

There is nothing that says vacation to me more then ordering breakfast in bed. So when I woke up to warm flakey biscuits, freshly brewed tea, local clotted cream, and all the jellies and preserves a girl could dream of… it felt like heaven on earth. 

This was honestly what I would imagine as I would sit around a table with my sister and our dolls pouring tea out of Fisher Price plastic cups! In my imagination as a child, I was in a big, comfy bed, with long flowing locks, devouring the best cakes and teas imaginable. 

So needless to say, I love taking this time in the morning to wake up, collect my thoughts, savor in the goodness of fresh baked goods, and play princess with my big squishy robe and elegant interiors. 

It’s sometimes so surreal to realize the silly things you imagined as a child can come true in your adult life. It’s times like these that you have to honor and cherish that simple, wild imagination you still have within you. Unabashedly listening to this inner voice allows you the freedom to manifest your dreams and make them a reality.

Where to Stay Spotlight: Under the Stars Luxury Apartments

“Don’t you ever get tired of it?” 

The worried faces of those who have been overwhelmed by being away from home due to long stints of travel, stare at me in disbelief as I explain my answer. Much to everyones surprise, traveling doesn’t get exhausting to me, and I don’t crave “my normal life/routine” after weeks on the road. This is not because I’m disconnected or completely delusional, it’s is because I have mastered the art of being away from home. 

There are two ways I avoid the headache of being on the road. The first is to try and infiltrate normal routines into my travel days that most people wouldn’t do. Trying to engage in “normal” activities which could range from joining a neighborhood yoga class to picking up a few things at a local farmers market. The second method to ease always being away, is to try and stay in places that are comfortable, convenient, and essentially feel like home. 

Under the Stars Luxury Apartments, in Boracay Philippines was one of those places for me. A comfortable living space that felt private, personalized, and not overly stuffy. The modern amenities, sprawling kitchen, and chic outdoor balcony overlooking the beach create a perfect landing pad for individuals, families, and couples alike. 

From the ceiling drawn rain showers to the in-bed televisions, there are plenty of thoughtful details and elements to pamper even the pickiest of travelers. Yet the location is slightly off the beaten path and really allows you to disconnect from the hustle and bustle of the more touristy parts of Boracay. 

There’s also an amazing option to hire a chef to take the feeling of home one step further, really easing your mind while taking the pressure off. There is something about home-cooked meals shared across a dining room table that helps bring continuity and familiarity to a vacation on a far off island. Under the Stars is the type of accommodation that allows you to work, live, and relax in an environment that truly feels like a home away from home.

Healthy Lunch Spot in Boracay

As Boracay is a party island, it should come as no surprise that there are burger joints, pizza places, and junk food options-a-plenty to cure any hangover spell from a long night out. I however, was on a hunt for the opposite. I was craving fresh green juice, yogurt and granola, and the Philippines infamously sweet and juicy mango. 

In the bustling outdoor mall (D Mall) along the beach in Station Two, sits a small cafe with clean white settings, touches of greenery, and an extremely healthy menu. Lemon Cafe is the perfect place to grab a late breakfast or lunch before soaking up the rays on the beach. They have plenty of vegan, gluten free, and vegetarian options should this be your MO. 

We ordered the eggs benedict, tropical fruit plate, scrambled eggs, and mango yogurt parfait. We also split a green juice and banana, peanut butter smoothie that was absolutely to die for. While prices for this small cafe are definitely closer to that in the states then on the islands, this spot is an absolute go-to when craving heathy snacks, or a fresh juice before a day at the beach. 

Where to Stay Spotlight: Mandala Spa Boracay

Boracay has recently got a bad rap. Locals with the common complaint of overcrowding from tourists, mom and pop bakeries replaced by McDonalds and Pizza Huts, and beautiful beaches speckled with liter from last night’s party. All of these signs force you to believe this island may have already seen it’s prime. Then you arrive at the Mandala Spa and Resort on the south side of the island, and everything starts to feel right again. 

This lush and luxurious oasis with a health-conscious vibe is nestled in the hilltop of the up-and-coming Station 3. From the digital detox garden bungalows to the spa-like pool villas with sweeping views of the pristine beaches below, this family run resort is equally as intimate as it is comfortable. 

Mornings brought in with fresh squeezed mango juice, quinoa pancakes, and homemade granola made me question if I somehow transported to a boutique hotel in West Hollywood. The well-appointed spa, daily yoga in the expansive onsite studio, and friendly staff create the perfect escape from all the hustle and bustle of busy streets below. 

We lounged by the infinity pool, played our favorite tunes, ate healthy snacks, did yoga, got massages, and finally felt like we were feeling and seeing the simple magic that this island has to offer. From the warm smiles from the happy staff, to the way the garden lights wink at your on the way to your room… this resort is more than just a hotel, it’s a fully immersive escape.

Where to Stay Spotlight: Zanzibar

After 38 grueling hours in transit, I stood in a stifling hotbox that smelled of musty sweat and stale armpits. With no air-conditioning or even ventilation to speak of, I stood miserably in line at the disaster, death-trap that was Zanzibar customs. 

My trip was put together rather last minute, and the travel agency who booked everything failed to mention the visa-upon-entry process. Which consisted of looking at a long list of countries taped to a wall, finding your countries relative fee, only to then stand in another line sandwiched between large, sweaty, aggressive tourists, and eventually pay by visa or cash for your entry visa. 

Once you have your receipt, you wait in another ridiculously slow moving line to drop off your passport, scan your fingertips, and give them your information. After this ENTIRELY exhausting process is complete… you sweat out any and all possible toxins in your body and mindlessly wait in the same sauna-of-a-room for the attendant to eventually yell “United States, Jordyn”. (My whole process was made even more dramatic by the fact that I’d somehow left my only visa credit card at Paul’s bakery back in the airport in Dubai and had no cash, forcing me to haphazardly sneak through customs to get cash from my driver). 

Needless to say this process was the biggest test for any sane persons patience and built up the perfect amount of angst, stress, and frustration before my journey to the resort. After a 45-minute journey across the island we arrived at Baraza Resort and everything in my body and mind began to melt away. With the chilled lemongrass towel over my face, I took in my first deep breath and allowed myself to willingly forget all that had just transpired. I checked into my two-bedroom villa, drank hibiscus tea, and thought about literally nothing else the rest of the afternoon. 

The Baraza Resort and Spa is an absolute oasis located along the Bwejuu – Paje beach and is everything you could ever want in an island getaway. It is this bright, sensual blend of French Moroccan decor with fresh tropical accents. Warm smiles of helpful staff welcome any question or need you may conjure up during your stay. 

This five-star resort also happens to be all-inclusive… where breakfast, lunch, and dinner is as thoughtfully prepared as it is delicious. With beautiful cocktail hours in the evenings, guests can chat and mingle as the live band serenades them under the stars. 

Each morning at sunrise, I would walk to the beach to take in the ever-changing pastel sky. I would follow it up with a morning run, swim, or kayaking session just off the coast. With help from the concierge, I organized a trip to Stone Town, swam with dolphins in the wild, and visited a local spice farm run entirely by locals who live on the property.

I walked down the beach to the sister resort Breezes and signed up to scuba dive for the day. After the reef dive, the instructor offered to take me on his moped to watch a local soccer match then we cruised over to a locals-only beach and drank Kilimanjaro beer as the sun set. 

Zanzibar is a tropical diamond in the rough. The island is rich in culture… from the music, cuisine, and local lifestyle to the strength and perseverance of a country that has overcome a difficult past. 

Nightfall in Nicaragua: A Full Reflection

It’s taken me 28 years exactly to get fully into the mindset and state that I am currently in now. A place where I creatively express what’s inside through imagery, writing, style, and conversation. I believe thoroughly in love but more importantly in patience. I do what makes me happy. I live for myself, yet get high off making others feel present and appreciated. 

I realize not everyone can or will understand me. I fully get that my lifestyle is unusual, hard to grasp, even frustrating to some if not most people. I have built a foundation that involves following my heart and doing what feeds me most spiritually. I have found that consciously replacing doubt, fear, and insecurity with self-love, trust, and positive inertia  can change any mindset or dreaded situation. 

I had to realize people who understand the least typically love to assume, judge, and criticize the most. I have learned that my body is my temple and I can control anything I want within it with mindfulness and awareness. I now know that New York, past relationships, and tough love made me a bit rough around the edges at times. Sensitive people, friends, and situations allowed me the grace to ease up on the reigns and take a deep breath. 

I feel invigorated, alive, and reborn with each new place I discover on the unfathomably beautiful earth. I fully try to appreciate every person I come into contact with wherther it’s a stranger or close acquaintance. I have been practicing the art of letting things go. Be it the things that hurt me, relationships that don’t serve me, or mishaps or mistakes along the way. 

Nothing comes before family. They have seen me at my best and worst and love me unconditionally either way, which makes me extremely lucky. Yet I have to remember that it’s my family, and that the interworking relationships within them are mine to develop, expand on, or take space from as needed. 

I never needed to teach myself to stop and enjoy the moment. That has, for some reason, always been there. When I was a child, I remember thinking “I’m just here, playing in my toy box and thats all that I want to do right now”. I always kissed my parents goodbye before school and meant it when I told them I loved them. I consciously always took a good hard study of each grandparent before leaving their presence. 

I never knew what a blessing it would be to have such an incredible sibling. She was my first friend and is still my best friend. Sharing love, light, and hard laughter along with pain, heartbreak, and confusion with her is one of my greatest joys in life. I never underestimate her ability to build me up while keeping me grounded. 

I have learned what it truly means to be a good friend, and to have earned amazing friends in return. Hard work and dedication to my closest friends allowed me the opportunity to be loved, fully understood, and accepted for every single ridiculous part of who I am. I know that friendship is work, and communication is key. Considerate honesty, though uncomfortable at times, saves everything. 

I always happily remind myself that acquiring things will not make me feel anymore complete nor will comparing myself to others. This is a daily practice, and one that is important for me in order to maintain balance. 

I have gotten to exactly where I am today because of my strong determined mind, the incredible love and support of those I love staying so closely around me, and because while I never truly forget where I’ve come from… my imagination is wild and my curiosity  never ceases to subside. Age is a number more than ever these days, and with each passing year I grow stronger, wiser, and happier. Not because I’m lucky or have it easy, but because those elements are what I actively want and desire in life. So cheers to the people, experiences, and journeys that shape us and make us who we are everyday. And to never peaking. We may be getting older but we just keep getting better. 

Xx

Luxury Cruise Around The Seychelles

“You’ve NEVER been on a cruise before?!” 

A look of bewilderment crossed the captains face as he stared at me through his thin-rimmed glasses. It was a refreshing change of pace, being called out for something I’ve never done versus something crazy I had. Over a truffle-topped Wagyu steak at the captains dinner, I explained just how tainted I knew I would inevitably become, being that this luxury yacht in the Seychelles was my first real “cruise” experience. 

Visions of sunburnt tourists chain smoking, day drinking well cocktails, and gambling days away at sea flood my mind when I even hear the term cruise. Scarred by tales of inconvenient preplanned agendas, mindless lackluster buffets, and screaming children… it should come as no surprise why cruising was never high up on my bucketlist. 

However, a few days into my trip to the Seychelles with fellow travel blogger Kiersten Rich (The Blonde Abroad) she got a call from Crystal Cruises. Kiersten had previously been on a two-week cruise with them over New Years through Brazil, and they informed her that one of their newest yachts would be reaching the Seychelles that coming Saturday. Within the next few hours we were both changing our flights and extending our trip to board the Crystal Espirt yacht leaving out of Mahe Island. 

From the second I boarded the yacht, it was clear that this experience would be the perfect combination of modern luxury, premium hospitality, and fully curated experiences. Every room was ocean facing and came with your own personal butler. Nathaniel, my all-smiles butler (who was an absolutely dream, I literally locked myself out of my room like three times.. oops) was there to cater to my every need big or small. 

Everyday we woke in a new destination with plenty to explore. In the mornings we would sip mimosas, catch the rays, and plan out our excursions for the day. Afternoons spent jetskiing, snorkeling, hiking, and biking showed us the many sides to these magical islands that were all planned and done at our own pace. The yacht also has its very own 3-person submarine, allowing you to spy on fish and view the variety of corals and marine life all without even getting wet (so epic). Around sunset we would lift anchor and begin our journey onward to the next beautiful spot. We would watch the coastlines of tiny remote islands and inlets pass as the sun changed the sky just before it disappeared for the night. 

The food onboard was absolutely unbelievable. Sadly, I’m from New York, with a chef for a father… so it tends to take quite a lot to really impress me. I was completely blown away. A different gourmet menu every night, filled with local dishes, delicacies and the freshest fish caught same day (I mean whats not to love). There is also a gym onboard and daily fitness classes and activities from paddle-boarding pilates to cardio and ab classes, it was honestly the perfect way to make up for all the culinary indulgences explored the night prior. 

While this experience is far beyond what I could’ve ever imagined, and truly is the ultimate in luxury cruises… it is honestly a wonderful option for a big event, celebration, or just as a indulging splurge. They have multiple boats in their fleet going to a wide variety of destinations and is without a doubt the future of quality “cruise-culture.”

Vagabond Snapshot: Northern to Southern Vietnam in 10 Days

A collection of the photos I took during my 10 day trip from Northern to Southern Vietnam. I went on a small group tour through Intrepid, and absolutely loved it. For more on each destination I visited see post below! Xx

Vagabond Diaries: Hopping Around Vietnam

Within the first 12 hours of being in the country of Vietnam, I quickly realized my curiosity and love for all things local merged perfectly with my secret and torrid love affair with beer. So I decided to create a series where I would try the local beer of the city/region I was in, and snap a photo in that moment to keep the memory of where I was, how I was feeling, and what I was doing. Needless to say the making of this blog post was intoxicatingly fun…

Hanoi: Day 1

"You like to go fast?" 

I could hardly understand him... but somehow through the thick humidity, his toothy smile, and my faith in his ability to pedal... I said yes. And while my rickshaw was the absolute definition of rickety, I sat back and took in the unobstructed view of the incredibly beautiful city of Hanoi. 

It was day one of ten of my travels from northern to southern Vietnam and I sat there like a wide eyed child taking in everything from the charm of the old French quarter to the unexpected tranquil lake in the middle of the bustling city. 

After many stops, I kept seeing boutiques I wanted to shop in, (how could I pass... they were all so fascinating) I saw my driver/biker happily smiling, perched on my “carriage” ready to take me back to my hotel. As I was walking back to the street, I saw a vendor selling local beer, and thought... why not? 

So I bought my new friend and I a Bia Ha Noi, we cracked them (although I realize now it was probably not the SAFEST gift to give someone with my life in their hands, and feet! haha) and with one last ride, took in all that this destination had to offer. During my ride back, I giggled, held up my beer, took a photo, and started my journey. 

Ha Long Bay: Day 3

My eyes slowly opened as the dim sunlight seeped through the curtains warming my quaint little cabin. The quiet murmur of creaking wood against the water was the only sound for miles in any direction. With disheveled hair and peaking curiosity, I slowly tiptoed out of my room. As my feet touched the wood floor just outside my cabin door, I stepped to the railing, took a deep breath, and slowly observed the beauty and stillness around me.

Ha Long Bay looked like a scene out of the Pirates of the Caribbean. I honestly couldn’t help but imagine a black pirate ship suddenly appearing from behind any of the large limestone islands skirted with fog. As we slowly weaved through the natural maze, I sat on the upper deck of the house boat with my legs crossed wondering how in the world I could possibly take this all in. 

Soon enough it was time for lunch and the crew had prepared a wonderful meal of fresh shrimp, vegetable spring rolls, pho, and salad. Suddenly remembering my quest, I went to the bar, yes my house boat had a bar, and asked if they happened to have a beer local to the area… and in true Vietnamese style, they did! I stepped out of the dining area, onto the bow, and snapped my photo. 

Hue: Day 5

My stomach was rumbling as I waited, standing in the rain to get onto the vintage (and not in a chic way) Hyundai bus transfer. It was 7:15pm and we were headed to a local families house in the countryside for a farm fresh dinner. I peered out the window, rain trickling through my vision as I stared at life on the streets of Hue. A women huddled over a small pile of trash burning on the sidewalk, two children running in and out of their parents leather shop, a family of four piled onto a bike, all in ponchos, defying the weather on what had to be their only mode of transportation. 

We pulled up to the quiet farm house, followed our local guide around the back, and took off our rainy shoes. The house was warm, bright, and bustling. The walls were a crackled teal, the smell of roasted pork and steamed white rice made my mouth water and sent a pang of hunger through my body. Three different sets of wedding photos, all with beautiful young brides, hung on the walls like plaques of accomplishment. The sound of the soccer game, muffled through an old tv set with rabbit ear antennas, all created the perfect feeling of home. 

As we sat at the dining table with (part of) the family, they began telling us about their four lovely daughters. In Vietnam, a family with girls is seen as prosperous and valuable due to the traditions and customs of marriage. They explained that when a couple wants to get married, there is an evaluation of the bride. How young and vibrant is she? What kind of job does she have? What is the value that she will bring to her future husband? Once that is all taken into consideration, the parents of the bride give their demands to the groom-to-be in order to take their daughters hand in marriage. 

For example, one daughter from the family we were dining with was the ripe age of 22, college educated, and an english teacher in a privileged school. The family asked for roughly $1,000 USD, one roasted suckling pig, pounds of tea, rice, and candies, as well as other small local delicacies… all for their daughters hand in marriage. Pretty sweet deal don’t you think? I suddenly understood why the walls were covered with the photos of their daughters weddings, it really was an accomplishment and one of the families proudest moments.

I was so enthralled by this cultural phenomenon, I hardly noticed the local beer placed in front of my plate. And as the appetizers were starting to being served, we raised our cans and cheers (một hai ba cổ vũ) to the accomplishments of their growing family, and again I snapped my photo.   

Hoi An: Day 7

I had heard and seen the horror stories on the overnight train. Travelers speaking of waist-high water, flooded shops and restaurants, and tourist trapped in their hotels. It was supposed to be dry season in Vietnam, and yet the beautiful city of Hoi An was somehow flooded by constant torrential downpour. 

I was taking a bus transfer from Hue to Hoi An and discussed our options with the small group I was with. Life had to go on and cities must be explored. Once we arrived into the city, the driver turned down a small street and brought the bus to a sudden stop. He exchanged words with our local guide, phone calls were made, and the next thing I knew, I was being escorted off the bus into water up to my knees to board a makeshift wooden boat. I looked around in disbelief, it honestly felt like it was one big prank. 

I had seen so many incredible photos of Hoi An and can honestly say it was the city I was most looking forward to on my trip. It had somehow turned into a Vietnamese Venice, seemingly overnight. I don’t know if you’ve fully grasped this, but we just CASUALLY got on a boat instead of DRIVING because everything was flooded?! How was this infrastructure even possible?? It was beyond mind-blowing. 

So there I was, casually punting through the streets of Hoi An. I watched through a plastic tarp as shop owners rung our their merchandise, and tourists without boats and long faces walked deeper into the murky water. We were en route to our hotel with a whole boat of our luggage trailing right behind us. 

That night we went out (by boat) across town to where the driver insisted a part of the city, not plagued with flooding, existed. After a walk through a small flooded alley, the water (as promised) started to lower… until we were eventually on dry land. I could’ve kissed the street. My group went to a celebratory dinner, where I ordered the local beer, stood out on the only dry street in the place, and snapped my photo.  

Mekong Delta: Day 9

When I used to think of Vietnam (before visiting), certain visuals came to mind. Most of which honestly derived from Forrest Gump and my history lessons about the Vietnam War. I visualized swamps, jungles, and people wearing those pointy/round hats manning rice fields in the misty morning. My favorite playlist while there consisted of Creedence Clearwater’s greatest hits on repeat, and my day exploring the Mekong River Delta was the epitome of everything I had previously imagined.  

Naturally, the day started with a boat ride. I honestly felt like I was on the Jungle Cruise ride at Disneyland. Only slightly more eerie, and without the underpaid and overconfident comedian at the front of the boat with a mic. My wooden boat quietly wove through the veins of the river right through the heart of the jungle. The boat pulled into a small dock and we began trekking through thick greenery into the stiflingly sticky air. I tightroped across logs and peered through the trees, shuttering at the thought of all the bloodshed and violence that took place in this very area, just 50 years prior. And while I know the whole country of Vietnam was affected by the war, this area in particular felt the most haunted and surreal to me. 

I loved being active while being surrounded by so much nature, but my mind couldn’t help but drift to dark corners thinking about the lives lost, and the tragedy that was the Vietnam War. Thankfully, my mindset was subtly restored once we reached a quaint coconut candy factory where we got to watch locals slice, shave, boil, cool, cut, and wrap these incredibly delicious coconut candies in a variety of flavors. After a bit of shopping and snacking in their open air store, we continued on our journey. 

Tuk tuks were waiting for our group on the outskirts of the jungle, and with the application of the sexiest of bike helmets, we rode on a windy path to a tropical fruit tasting. After sampling tons of fruit, including local jackfruit (which literally tasted like Juicyfruit gum) and learning to love a spicy, cayenne-ish salt on my grapefruit, we were on our way to the next destination. 

After a good cruise around we arrived at a makeshift restaurant, in the middle of the jungle, where a local family was preparing a full four-course meal for our group. I of course order the local beer and haphazardly down it due to my inability to cope with the heat. 

After stuffing my face with fresh fish, pineapple and pork spring rolls, curried chicken, and fried rice… I asked for another local beer, and parked my butt in one of the hammocks hanging out over the edge of the house. I lazily held out my hand with the beer and snapped my photo against the jungle that was their backyard.  

Ho Chi Minh City: Day 10

In the blink of an eye, I found myself in southern Vietnam in the chaotic city of Ho Chi Minh, wondering how the heck I managed to do so much in such a short amount of time. I had eaten more Pho then the law allowed, fallen in love with the tailors who made me custom clothing in under a day, and had seen and experienced the real and raw sides of a country still somehow caught between the east and the west. 

By the time I got to HCMC, I was exhausted yet completely fulfilled. I had learned so much about the culture and traditions, cuisines and customs. I spent my last days hopping on and off motorcycles (using Uber Moto, I honestly went across town to a craft market for legitimately 50 cents.) and exploring everything from the high-rise views to the war museums. However, in an act of pure nostalgia I took one last rickshaw ride around the city. We stopped at temples, crossed far too many busy intersections, went to the motorbike, flower, and food markets, dined with the locals, and began heading back to the hotel.

In true (full-circle) form, I asked my driver to kindly pull over to the equivalent of a NYC bodega. I grabbed us both a Siagon Special, cheered my new friend, and took on the unobstructed views of one of the craziest cities in the world. Laughing (and spilling) with every bump, I shakily held my hand out and for the last time… snapped my photo.      

Where to Stay Spotlight: Koh Chang

After a short 45 minute flight from Bangkok, I landed in what felt like a Thai version of Disneyland. Exiting the plane at the bite-size airport in Trat, I boarded the cutest little tram-like vehicle and rode in the open air, past fresh hedges cut into the shapes of elephants. The dream.

I grabbed my bags and got into a taxi. We drove for about five minutes then joined the queue for the frequent ferry over to Koh Chang. Once on the ferry, I got out van, stretched my legs, and took in the views with a fresh bottle of Chang local beer. We arrived on Koh Chang 20 minutes later and drove up through the mountainous terrain to the tropical oasis of Emerald Cove. 

This beautiful, 165 room, 4-star resort is airy, elegant and has absolutely everything you need to relax and fade away on a tropical vacation without totally emptying your wallet. After a chilled lemongrass and jasmine towel to the face and a much needed welcome drink, I was fully checked into my ocean-view suite. The staff was extremely helpful with any request I could drum up and had plenty of recommendations for ways to spend the day. 

The resort is located on Klong Prao Beach, where the tide is rather high (there are certain times of the day where the water comes right up to the wall barrier) but the water is warm and clean. Breakfast is an incredible spread of fresh tropical fruits, pastries, and thai specialities as well as fresh juices and an omelette station. I spent my days basking in the sun, sipping on fruity drinks and taking a dip in their amazing 165-foot infinity pool. 

Pastel sunsets brought in by live music, happy hour drinks, and beach barbecues made me fully appreciate my annual vacation before the holidays. The spa was well appointed with plenty of staff on hand to offer traditional Thai massages for a mind-blowing bargain, only possible in South East Asia. The front desk also helped me with everything from booking a private day trip on a speedboat to sharing their favorite local dive bar on the island. 

Emerald Cove has all the modern amenities and comforts of home, in a modern and sophisticated atmosphere, a truly rare find on the remote and casual island of Koh Chang. From the rooms to the food, massages to the daily ringing bell of happy hour… Emerald Cove was everything I needed in a beach resort and more. It’s the perfect place to call home while discovering all that Elephant Island has to offer. 

Rates start at $120/per night for standard room.

Playing Around at the Palace Museum

The Palace Museum is an absolute must-do when visiting Taipei. This Met-like museum hosts some of China’s most valuable ancient imperial artifacts. With nearly 700,000 pieces, it is the largest collection of its kind anywhere in the world, which I find incredible as Taiwan is a rather small island to begin with. 

Collections of coins, textiles, paintings, sculptures, vases, rare books and more were brought over from mainland China by Chiang Kai-shek, as the Chinese Civil War threatened the immediate safety of these precious items. So you can now find some of China’s oldest and most profound cultural staples, lining the corridors of this magnificent museum on the outskirts of Taipei City. 

There are four floors of art and artifacts, gardens, pavilions, memorials, and common areas. Above are the sculptures, gardens, and entrance to the museum as photography inside is strictly forbidden. The Palace Museum offers a beautiful assortment of China's rich history right in Taipei’s backyard and was a perfect way to spend the afternoon. 

Sneaky & Savory Shopping at Suculenta

I nearly walked right past this unmarked hidden treasure. The music in the streets was bumping, the colorful flowers and masked strangers nearly distracted me, but I somehow found this savory little shop in the bustling streets of Oaxaca during Dia de los Muertos. This mystical shop, I later learned was called Suculenta. It smelled of a wild mix of fresh herbs, cedar wood, and peppercorn upon entering which of course peaked my curiosity. 

I was warmly greeted by the only woman in the shop, who was mixing an organic mustard on a steel table and pouring it into small glass jars. I was fascinated. It was like an apothecary for pickles, jams, compotes, and spices. I went through the tester jars that were gathered on the table and was blown away by the local flavors and ingredients. They create and hand craft everything from edible oils, cheeses, and compotes to wild mushrooms from the Sierra Norte. Everything is then bottled and placed around the store on custom built wooden shelving and old antique scales. 

My favorite things on the shelves were the dill pickles, the organic honey with cardamom, and the spicy mustard I got to sample. Oaxaca is known for their incredible food, culture, and rich traditions… but the shopping is also absolutely amazing. If you are in Oaxaca, I definitely recommend popping into this sneaky little shop for a sweet and savory expedition. 

You can find Suculenta down the street from Boulanc bakery on Av. Porfirio Diaz, in the unmarked light blue building. If it’s open, the door is open. 

Xx