Where to Stay Spotlight: Mexico City

When I slowly pulled up to 90 Edgar Allan Poe in Polanco, I began to notice the immaculate greenery, beautiful dark iron detailing, and the grand Spanish revival architecture that made up the Pug Seal Boutique Hotel in Mexico City. 

As I entered through the iron gate, I suddenly felt as though I were returning home to my own private mansion for the night. As my bags were swiftly sorted, I sipped a glass of fresh Horchata and watched as the bustling and chaotic city came to a calm, and relaxing silence. 

This incredible boutique hotel is an absolute must-stay when visiting Mexico City. It is located inPolanco, which is the equivalent to Soho or Fifth Avenue in New York. There is tons of shopping, chic restaurants, and museums all within walking distance of the B&B. 

The breakfast was also amazing, I had a spinach omelette over beans and a side of pancakes with Mexican coffee. From the tastefully curated interior design to the modern nuances like Apple TV and USB charging stations, I was in absolute heaven staying here. I rented a standard double room for $175, but upgraded to the penthouse suite when I arrived, as it was only $95 more and was easily three times the size. The pricing is extremely moderate for the style and service, and the location couldn’t get any better. 

The next time I’m in Mexico City… you’ll know where to find me. 

Xx

Welcome to the Burn...

My eyes darted open as the explosive sound of propane igniting blew through my tent. I quickly unzipped the side panel and ran towards the street of Lorenzo. It was there I saw the miraculous tentacles of the mutant vehicle, El Pulpo, blast 10ft flames into the night sky as it casually drove past the backside of our camp. My heart was pounding, as I realized this was only the beginning.     

Nothing can quite prepare you for the experience that is Burning Man. A week long personal journey in the middle of the Nevada desert surrounded by unimaginable forms of self expression, liberation, and social experimentation.

Beforehand, I feverishly surveyed friends and begged numerous acquaintances in hopes of discovering what it was like to go to such a mystical, and temporary community in the desert. I had no idea what to pack, how to get there, or what I was even signing myself up for. All I knew about Burning Man before going, which seems similar to what other non-burners know, was that there was a man in the middle who would eventually be burnt down, and there would somehow be art and music involved. That pretty much sums up my total comprehension pre-burn.

My burning man experience is most likely not what you’ve previously read about or heard vaguely from those that may have shared. My mindset upon entering this wild ride was slightly off from the average conglomerate of burner virgins. I had a different perspective on what was important because I had heard the numerous cries of unrest and unwanted change oozing from the resentful veteran burners. Worries that Burning Man is becoming too mainstream. Worrying about all the basic bitches, that role up only for the weekend, just wanting to be seen, take molly, stay up all night, be seen dancing (in next to nothing)… on the heart of Robot Heart, while hardly noticing the art, sunset, and beauty around them… only to do it all again the next night.

Now, I have nothing against raging every night of Burning Man and taking heap-tons of drugs if those so inclined believe that is their burner destination, because as you may know “there is no right or wrong way to do it the burn.” But this road so often traveled this year, was not my path.

As if mirroring my color changes, my journey through the burn coincidentally morphed and shifted as the days of the week rolled on. With each new sunrise I found my personal intentions more focused, my encounters with wild individuals more meaningful, my solo journeys more profound, and my love and understanding of myself and my mind more clarified.

While this may sound to most of you like a load of garbage, or extremely hippie-dippy of me… that’s completely understandable because that’s the beauty of what makes the burn so hard to explain and here’s why:   

What is Burning Man?:

My response:

Burning Man is a constant experiment in temporary community. A community that you must remember is an average of around 70,000 people. With that comes 70,000 different views on what is best to do with your week in the middle of nowhere. Imaginations run wild and results in a mix of expression, art, creation, dinners, dances, adventures, classes, happy hours, raves, orgies, meditation sessions, pub crawls and too many other wild activities to name.

To give you an idea of just how random your days can go at Burning Man… Here was my Tuesday for you:

While having breakfast at my camp, I overlooked the Burning Man Book. That’s right. There’s a book, a bible, a guide if you will, given to you upon arrival. It’s filled with all the adventures and activities going on that day. It was my beacon of discovery, every morning was like Christmas… flipping through the oddest ways I could imagine spending my day. Things like: Blind fruit tastings, tantric belly dancing, acro-yoga classes, a morning masterbation session, tea parties, couple therapy workshops… I mean yea, there is LITERALLY everything you can imagine in this book.

So on that very Tuesday, after packing my backpack with tons of water, goggles, bandanas for dust, and lots of snacks (like dried fruit leather, granola bars, and nuts) I decided to start my day riding on my fancy bike Petunia, to three huge art structures. The mushrooms, the lighthouses and the medusa.

I gawked in awe of their mass, and tried wrapping my head around the fact that these too were temporary. I was then on my way to a tequila-drinking-tutu-making event (because as all real burners know… Tuesday is Tutu-Tuesday on the Playa) when out of nowhere a girl biked up next to me telling me I had to come to the Kostume Club to pick out my free costume…

The next thing I know I’m in a costume strutting down a temporary runway in the middle of the Esplanade. After my playa-fashion debut, I took shots of tequila and made tutu’s with new found friends. I ended up bumping into an old friend from The Yacht Week, he proceeded to go on a journey with me to find the Disney Sing-A-Long event that I was desperate to find…
Naturally, we stopped to play a massive game of Jenga on the way… I eventually belted out the likes of Hakuna Matata, and A Whole New World with 15 other amazing strangers, I climbed a massive pineapple structure, watched the sunset, ate tacos and drank sangria for a man named Whispering Meadow’s (playa name) 30th birthday and eventually lit up my bike and meandered through the circus of lights back to my camp.

When I finally laid down in my bed, my body was exhausted from the mix of the dust, the heat, and the constant biking around. Yet my heart was full of love, energy, and compassion because my days, like these, were filled with wonder, spontaneity, acceptance, and freedom.

That week I learned and explored incredible things with people I may never see again. I heard amazing stories, laughed with new friends, and cried alone in the spiritual temple. I wrote forgiveness notes from my past, and goodbye messages to all my grandfathers. I learned how to soften my New Yorker edges for the people who deserve it. I found an openness by saying yes and unbelievable memories by staying present.

Burning Man can be whatever your body and mind need it to be. It can be a rave, an outlet, a journey, a practice, a dedication to an intention, a camping trip, a vacation, but most importantly it’s an experiential capsule of love, support, generosity, and learning that truly allows anything to be possible.

I know it still may not be the clearest picture I’ve painted, but I hope it tells you more then the pictures can describe. Until next year…

Ziggy (aka TBV)

Xx  

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Getting Lost in the Jardin Majorelle

Amidst the chaotic and dusty streets filled with motorbikes, donkeys, and taxis overheating as they wait for their next fare… lies an herbaceous oasis calm enough to forget you’re in the middle of bustling Marrakech. 

The Jardin Majorelle is the perfect place to escape to during the prime heat of the day, with a plethora of botanic wonders to gawk at and plenty of shade to go around. It is located just outside the gated walls of the old town, and an eight minute drive from the Medina in a taxi. 

I went earlier on in the morning to take in all the beautiful foliage and succulents without the crowds that the mid-afternoon brings. Afterwards, I grabbed a lemon push-pop from a cart outside the garden and went shopping at one of, what I believe to be, the best collaborative design shops in Marrakech, 33 Rue Majorelle. 

From the wild plants to the shopping, this mini getaway is the perfect way to spend a lazy afternoon that offers both inspiration and beauty.

Sangria and Siestas in Madrid

Sometimes when I find myself in a new city, I feel an anxious urgency to discover, explore and see all there is to see. But on days like today, when the plane ride is gruesome, the weather is boiling, and the exhaustion is real... I take a full day to do almost nothing at all.

I have to remind myself that it's ok to find a calm terrace and just relax like a local with no agenda. To step back from the hustle and bustle and just be in a city. 

It's then, that you hear conversations between old friends, that you notice the bartender pull the wild strawberries from his farmers market tote for your fresh sangria, then that you smell the combination of herbs and leeks being prepared for the days Vichyssoise.

So today I did just that. I relaxed at Saporem, in the bustling center of Madrid. I sipped sangria, and eventually snuck upstairs to my bed at the Room007 Hostel for an authentic Spanish siesta. 

While it may not be very eventful, it was exactly what I needed to start my trip in Spain off right. 

Vagabond Diaries: A Complete Guide to Positano

With the windows down and the sun flooding the car, I sat on the edge of my seat like a kid on christmas morning. As we rounded the corner of what felt like a grand prix race track, the cliffside city from my dreams came into view. Cascading citrus colored buildings draped in greenery and bright flowers popped against the cerulean sea below.

The charming city of Positano has been on my bucket list ever since I saw Diane Lane escape there in Under the Tuscan Sun. After doing hours of research on how to get there, where to stay, what to do, and where to eat… I’ve decided to share my findings with you in this detailed travel guide on Positano. I hope you enjoy it enough to visit and see this wonderful place for yourself!  

Getting There:

You can get to Positano a few ways but the closest city with mass transport is Naples. So you can fly or take the train into Naples and then from there you have a few choices.

Via Shuttle- This is probably the most cost effective way to arrive, I did it on the way there and it was a dream. I booked a reservation through Positano Shuttle and the driver was waiting for me when I arrived at Napoli airport. Typically you share a large Mercedes van with other passengers around the same time, but my reservation was at an odd time in the day and they had a reverse pickup in Positano, so I paid €46 for a private van! Not saying this will happen every time but even sharing the ride to Positano for €30-€50 is amazing and a great option.

Via Taxi- For those with a large group or ones who don't want a shared ride there are taxis available at both the train station and the airport that will take you to Positano. You can also prearrange a private transfer through numerous companies with cost ranging between €90-€200 depending on the type of vehicle/timing and traffic.

Rent a car- For those who want to take their time on the way there, rent a car. The road from Sorrento to Salerno is called “the road with 1000 bends” and is actually a UNESCO World Heritage site with tons of places to pullover and take in the beautiful views/snap a few breathtaking photos of the coastline. Renting an awesome car and taking on those hairpin turns like James Bond would've, is an amazing way to start a trip to the Amalfi Coast. Having a car is also nice, as it also gives you the flexibility to explore neighboring towns like Praiano, Amalfi, and Ravello as day trips. I would've honestly done this option, but I'm a classic American who can't drive a stick shift, so my dreams of flooring it around the coast was sadly short lived.

Via Ferry- I found the ferry system to be a bit cumbersome to be honest, as there is no direct route from Naples to Positano. You have to first get a boat to Sorrento and then another boat onward to Positano. But this is a good option if you are looking to avoid traffic, want to see the coast by sea, or would get super carsick on the windy SS163 road. Ferries are very limited from September until late April, with a different summer schedule published every year in May.

Via Helicopter- for those wondering if they can just chopper to the coast, this is also a bit more complicated than it seems. There are options to take a helicopter transfer for those so inclined, however it will cost you a pretty penny and isn't a direct transfer as it’s impossible to land in Positano due to steep landscape and lack of landing space.I called a few places just to get an estimate… Rides go from Naples to Sorrento and then you’d have to arrange a car or boat from there. Prices vary depending on the company but are typically around €1000-1500.
 

What to Do:

Hike to a More Secluded Beach- There is a small but sweet little hike you can take from the main beach in Positano, up and over to another small cove beach that is virtually untouched. There is also a less crowded beach a bit further down with open loungers and a shack bar serving cold beers, mixed drinks, and small bites. You can find the small stone steps that lead to the path on the furthest rock wall all the way to the right, when on the main Positano beach (facing the ocean). Hike up the small stairs and up to a path that takes you around to the other side of the cliffs, I loved laying out here on my own knowing crowds of tourists were just around the cliffside.

Cooking Class at Buca di Bacco- I signed up for a cooking class at the esteemed Buca Di Bacco, as the forecast was meant to be stormy, and it ended up being one of my favorite memories from the trip. It was an absolutely fabulous experience. You arrive to the restaurant's large, open kitchen around 3:30pm and are given a glass of champagne and a goodie bag which includes your apron, cookbook, and gnocchi board. From there you are magically transformed into a proper italian chef (or at least I like to think so hehe) learning to make the classics like fresh pesto gnocchi, eggplant parmigiano, and individual margarita pizzas. The class hosts between 8-12 people, and has one master chef walking you through the recipes and two sous chefs that help expedite the small tedious requirements (like bringing the water to a boil, and putting pizzas in the oven). Once you’ve finished preparing this crazy large meal your entire class sits together on the patio of the restaurant and enjoys the day’s accomplishments over bottles of red and white wine. It is honestly so fun yet informative and is a great way to spend the afternoon. Prices for the cooking class is €120/pp and includes all the food, drinks, and gift bag. I compared this class to a couple others I saw in Positano, including one at Max Restaurant and this one was still the best class I could find.     

Day Trip to Capri- With so much to see and explore, a day trip to Capri is absolutely necessary if you are staying in Positano for longer than three days. There are large highspeed ferries that go to Capri from Positano almost every 30 minutes in the summertime and allow travelers to spend the day how they please. I personally recommend a guided small group tour by boat as they take you to all the sites including Tiberios Jump, the natural arch, the white, green and blue grotto, Villa Malaparte, the lighthouse, Marina Grande and more. This is nice as you don’t have to think or organize how to get to and from the grottos once on land. Another option is to organize a private boat for hire to explore the wonderful island of Capri at your own pace. It’s all just a matter of preference and budget.   

Take in the Views with a Sunset Cruise- I indulged in this excursion on my last night in Positano. I was so sad to be leaving and wanted one last memory of the coastline during the golden hour. So I booked a private sunset cruise and was absolutely delighted at how spectacular the views were. They drive you around the various small islands and coves, and explain small facts about the castles, buildings, and geography. Although I was by myself for this one, the setting is extremely romantic and would be an amazing thing to do as a couple. They offer beer, wine, and prosecco on board as well as small snacks.

Drinks at L’Africana- This infamous cave club is a great place to checkout on a Friday or Saturday night. Arrive right before the sunset and take in the surrounds with a cheeky cocktail and be prepared to dance the night away. This club opened in 1960, and is known for its great music nights. It is located in Praiano, which is a 20 minute drive from Positano, however the club does offer a shuttle service, and there is also a small marina, so it’s also possible to arrive by boat (I got invited to go to L’Africana by boat as my sunset cruise was wrapping up, so cool!).   

Day Trip to Ravello- Nestled up high above the Neapolitan Riviera, Ravello is a romantic oasis filled with charm and glamour. The views of the mediterranean coastline from this stunning vantage point strictly can’t be beat. Wander aimlessly through the gardens, terraces, and pergolas of a city visited by Jackie O, Greta Garbo, and Tennessee Williams. To get there take a short ferry (in summer season) to Amalfi and then a bus up, 20-30 mins depending on traffic, to Ravello.

Where to Eat:

Casa E Bottega- This charming designer shop and eatery serves up organic local foods perfect for a light lunch or snack in between the overloading of Italian carbohydrates. This cafe offers great vegetarian, vegan, and gluten free options which can be far and few between in the smaller cities in Italy. Whether you opt for a fresh squeezed juice or a glass of rose, the light and bright interior, combined with the to-die-for healthy options, Casa E Bottega is a must-visit.  

Champagne and Oysters at Le Sirenuse- The Champagne and Oyster bar at Le Sirenuse is a great place to sip on some bubbly while watching the sunset. Take in the sweeping views of the city while you munch on tartar, olives, and oysters. The best time to go would be during “happy hour timing” however at this classy establishment, you unfortunately won’t be finding ANY happy hour pricing... yet that view is worth every penny.

Da Vincenzo- This was where I went to eat the first night in town and I absolutely loved it. There was quite a long wait, but was made to feel much shorter thanks to the complimentary prosecco they give out to guests waiting for a table. Once seated, I ordered the zucchini blossoms as a starter and then indulged in their Tubetti ai Totani (a tubular pasta in what was similar to a vodka sauce) it was the best introduction to the cities rich cuisine. I also feasted my eyes on other tables orders of large lobsters, seafood pasta dishes, and fresh fish which also looked very delicious. Try and wait it out for an outside table to watch the cliffside light up once the sun has set. Truly magical!

Chez Black- This is a great beachfront restaurant that requires a reservations in advance. Chez Black is know for their rich pastas with “Positanese” sauces, their fish soup, quality meats, wide wine selection, and delicious desserts. It is also a great place to people watch during lunchtime, as it runs right up against the beach. Open for both lunch and dinner.

Gelato at Caffe Positano- Caffe Positano was my favorite place to get gelato, because the flavors were limited but very fresh and the two scoops came with a small cone on top! I loved it. I stopped here every time I walked from Casa Teresa to the beach, which was often. Thank goodness this city has so many steps to counteract my constant intake of gelato.
 

Where to Stay:

Casa Teresa- My first two nights in Positano, I rented a quaint apartment with a private balcony at the sweet and understated Casa Teresa. This family run place was in a great location, an easy 15 minute walk down the hills to the main beach. They have a beautiful terrace covered in potted plants with a beautiful view and the walls of the casa are covered in colorful flowers. The apartment was reasonably priced given Positano’s expensive nature, and there was a solid complimentary breakfast spread each morning. If you are on a slightly tighter budget, a bed and breakfast like Casa Teresa is the perfect way to still have the view and the charm without the pricetag.

Eden Roc- My last two nights I spent at Eden Roc Hotel and it was beyond stunning. I stayed in a Junior Suite that had a very large terrace that overlooked the entire bay, complete with a jacuzzi tub and whirlpool bath. The location was slightly closer, with the main beach only a 10 minute walk from the other direction. The food at the hotel was great, this was where I had that scrumptious prosciutto and melon, and bolognese with a view (pictured above). The rooftop pool was a bit dated, so I ended up just laying out on my private terrace. Overall, the customer service was amazing, they were the ones who helped me arrange my private sunset cruise, and the rooms were spacious and comfortable. This is a great option if you are a sucker for a mind blowing view with a jacuzzi on a terrace, I mean come on… what’s not to love. The slight jump in price was definitely worth it for a stay at the Eden Roc Positano.    

Le Sirenuse- If your budget allows, this place is the absolute cream of the crop in terms of where to stay in Positano. Think of walking in through the large white doors into an open lobby, where a white-gloved butler hands you a glass lemonade as you checkin, and the mediterranean breeze is blowing in from the sea through the open french doors all around you… yes… now you are starting to get the feeling of Le Sirenuse. There are three options for dining within the hotel: La Sponda, which is an incredible Michelin-starred restaurant serving up local recipes and ingredients. The Champagne Bar & Grill which is what I mentioned earlier for oysters at sunset, and Franco’s which is a bar on an al fresco terrace serving up specialty cocktails and wine. Getting a room at this swanky hotel is quite challenging, as it is extremely popular for honeymooners and couples, and is typically booked almost a year or more in advance.

Lunch at Lake Bled

When I arrived into the town of Bled, after being in the car for over three hours... All I wanted was to see the bright blue lake, smell the wildly fresh air, and be fully submerged in nature. The beyond picturesque Lake Bled, is a glacial lake in the Julian Alps and was one of the most breathtaking places I have ever been. 

I explored the medieval castle on the north shore, and watched as small boats, paddle boarders, and rowers cut across the cerulean wonder below. I watched as men dressed in renaissance outfits, created custom letters and certificates on their reconstructed Gutenberg printing machines. I bought a coin that was imprinted by hand, with a large metal hammer that had the outline of the castle. The coins were to commemorate the 1000 year anniversary of castle, which is beyond mind blowing to think about. It is said to be the oldest castle in Slovenia. 

After taking in all the incredible surroundings, I didn't want to leave. So I didn't, we grabbed a table with the best view atop the castle at Bled Castle restaurant and dined on classic Slovenien fare. From a local cheese and charcuterie plate, to the most delicious handmade ravioli stuffed with Carniolan sausage, which is a famous Slovenian staple.

There was nothing quite like taking in that gorgeous view, while dining on some of the best gourmet food in the country. Lake bled is an absolutely wonderful place to visit and should be on every avid travelers bucket list. 

The Queen of the Adriatic

With only my haphazardly packed weekend luggage, a oneway ticket for the boat to Lido, and a fresh batch of jet lag… I started my journey through the canals of the majestic city of Venice. I had just returned from my jaunt through Asia via Bangkok, Bali, Singapore, and Tokyo, when the opportunity to start my summer off in Europe quickly materialized. My first stop on my trip, was the Queen of the Adriatic, the sinking city… Venezia. 

I had only seen this cities marvelous setup in the likes of big hollywood movies. The scenes of acquiring keys to a wooden boat just in the knick of time to escape a plotted ambush or visions of James Bond perusing the canals after sending in his “resignation” flashed through my mind as we weaved past gondolas, under bridges, and eventually up to our charming hotel on the Grand Canal. 

The city was buzzing from the Architecture Biennale that was taking place on the east end, and the streets were filled with the throngs of summertime tourists scarfing down gelato and skipping across the pedestrian bridges, selfie sticks in hand. For me, I didn’t find the real Venice during a simple serenade of “That’s Amore” in my overpriced gondola ride. And it wasn’t in the square of Saint Marco, with its large bell towers and sea of pigeons. 

No. 

I found the real Venice in all her beauty in the misty morning, far before any tourist had opened their sleepy little eyes. The night before, a vigorous thunderstorm rolled in over the city sending travelers and locals scurrying for an awning, a cafe, or whatever form of shelter was nearby… I on the other hand snuck back to my hotel and was put almost immediately to sleep from the cooing of the raining and the booming of thunder.    

I woke at 5:30am the next day, flustered that I had crashed so early the night before. With the sun lightly peering in through my venetian window… I was summoned to the damp streets below. I walked along the corridors of my sleepy hotel until I reached the Grand Canal exit. I begin meandering down small streets with no direction, maps, or cares. And that's when I saw her. 

The real city, her real beauty was then and there for me to admire. I mindlessly followed the sounds that interested me, from a morning phone call taken from the balcony overlooking the small canal, to the sound and smell of the fresh fish being loaded into the Rialto Market before the big day ahead.

I followed three men in striped shirts until they turned off to their respective gondola stations, where they slowly unwrapped their protected, precious boats like christmas presents. I said “Buongiorno" to the street cleaner who was happily humming as he cleaned up the debris from the nights storm. I admired the buildings, freshly washed in the rain, that were vibrant in hue and elaborate in decor and to me, this was the real Venice, a regal queen wise and beautiful, filled with charm and subtle romance. 

I got to see a glimpse of her knowing face before she turned back into the bustling city of hopeless lovers, tourists, and lackluster cuisine… and to be honest, I wasn’t even mad. Because I got to see her, and I knew how she really was.

A Jungle Oasis in Seminyak

By the time my feet hit the warm water of my spiced citrus bath, I had been traveling by planes, trains, and automobiles for over eight hours. With my morning commute starting in the chaotic city of Bangkok, it’s no wonder my body and mind were craving a secluded, spa-like oasis in the heart of bohemian Seminyak. Twenty minutes after our driver picked us up from the Denpasar airport, we turned down the cobblestone path lined with bamboo that led to The Amala Resort. 

After checking in at the front desk, we were taken to the spa area and given a complimentary massage, while our bags were being brought to the room. These small thoughtful nuances, defined what a luxurious resort should embody. Whether it was the daily changeout of local tropical fruit in the morning, with information and even sometimes eating instructions, to the wide assortment of oils, soaps, lotions, and cremes available in endless supply to enjoy both in the private outdoor plunge bath or the steam shower (both conveniently located within the complex of our Spa Villa) was merely the icing on the cake. 

Being a yoga enthusiast, I was ecstatic to learn that the resort held a 90 minute yoga session every morning at 8am. After stretching, bending, and holding poses in the rising morning heat, I was always fully ready to indulge in the inclusive breakfast spread. I opted for one juice and one smoothie everyday, as I find it helps me fight any bugs I may have caught on the plane, jet lag, while giving me energy and hydration for the day. I also varied my selections each morning ranging from avo eggs on toast to organic yogurt muesli and fresh fruit. 

After these filling meals we would spend the days lounging on the sun beds, going for a skinny dip in our private plunge pool, or sneaking away on our rented scooter to catch the sunset on the beach. No matter what was on the daily agenda, coming back to our own little stand alone safe haven was one of the most refreshing feelings when traveling so far away from the comforts of home. 

This was the first stop during our 12 day stay in Bali, and it started the trip off on just the right note. With an incredibly attentive staff, helping us organize not only our scooter rental, and spa appointments but also a few beach excursions, and a property that is close enough to the beach but far enough out of the way to feel secluded, these private villas are the perfect way to explore all that Seminyak has to offer.

Welcome to the Motel Mexicola

Meandering down a tiny side street speckled with glass windowed pockets of air conditioning to accompany the bohemian, surfer-chic outfittings... you'll come across an oasis. An eclectically bright paradise straight out of a south-of-the-border bond film (if there was such a thing). 

Where agave pours like nectar and the "comida mexicana" becomes as refreshing as the sea breeze itself. 

It's no wonder the Motel Mexicola in Seminyak is one of my favorite places to dine in Bali. 

The combination of rich red and baby blue hues against white washed wood with a splash of tropical greenery creates a rustic 1960's Acapulco vibe unassumingly near the beach, yet a bit off the beaten path within bustling Seminyak.

For drinks order one of their killer Margarita Verde's, made with fresh cucumber, red and green chili, a pinch of salt, and lime juice. Or opt for their fresh squeezed juices like their pineapple and coconut water, complete with a denim pocket coaster. 

Food is casual Mexican but extremely tasty from tacos, tosados, and rollos to hearty mains and classic desserts. Motel Mexicola is a wonderful place if your looking to escape the curries, tom yams, and nasi gorengs of Bali in hopes of a twist of flavor, with flare and spice in a charming setting. 

The Magical World of Bali

One of the most common questions I get asked about my travels is... Out of all the places you've been, where is your favorite? 

As any passionate human being knows, this answers is not only loaded, it's completely unfair. How can anyone expect, for example, a devoted music lover to pick one band or song that is above all else, or ask a diehard foodie to pick his single favorite dish, it's just plain cruel. 

However, if I HAD to pick a place... (Gun to my head) I would absolutely choose Bali. 

Im not just talking about surfer-town Seminyak or bohemian Ubud but the entire country as a whole. When you collectively admire, or have the chance to explore the entire country... you start to uncover the endless magic of a place unlike anywhere else on the planet. 

While there are so many reasons why Bali stole my heart, I will only go into the area that had the most impact on my soul. This, was hands down the people.

Every single person I encountered, from the young passionate daughter, who excitedly explained all of the various coffee her parents grew during our tasting just outside of Ubud; to our warm and spirited taxi driver, Ketut, who cracked jokes, and told stories during our three hour journey from Bubunan to Seminyak. 

The people and the naturally blissful spirits within them... Are contagious and truly inspiring to interact with. Life is so simple, and unadorned yet they love and give with such pure generosity and hope.

On one of my morning runs while staying at Zen Resort in Northern Bali, I took a wrong turn and ran straight down the "Main Path" of a small village. It was 7am, and the sun was defusing a misty amber glow over the rice fields that served as the backyard to their modest straw huts. Tired grandmas with leathered skin and palm leaf baskets filled with laundry on their head stepped towards me into the light with a look of bewilderment on their faces. Small children with walking sticks and string bound books watched me in awe as I accidentally became part of their morning. Suddenly the entire village was still, just watching me run. Within that same breath, with an unspoken unity, they all started gently waving and smiling at me. 

It was one of the most beautiful experiences I've even been lucky enough to be a part of. I felt like I was in a cross between a Nike and a National Geographic ad. The lighting, the warm faces smiling, the sound of only my hard breath and feet hitting the gravel was something I still can't forget. 

Eventually, I got to the end of the path, and stood on the edge of the villages’ incredible rice terrace and watched as the sky changed with the sunrise. I was so overwhelmed and filled with love and gratitude that I literally collapsed and started to cry. 

I had never felt that much love, and support laced with curiosity and wonder. And while the beaches, shopping, food, and culture are incredible… to me it was all about the energy.. the people, that's what really changed me.

In a lucky turn of events, I will be heading back to Bali in a few weeks. I can't wait to share my new adventures, travel tips, and experiences in one of my favorite places on the planet. Xx

Shopping at Pike Place Market

Finding the best local market is the first thing I do when exploring a new city or town. I am always fascinated by the people, products, and energy that is radiating from each stall and stand. After hearing so much about the food, coffee, and culture in Seattle, I was thrilled when I arrived at Pike Place Market.  

I was blissfully overwhelmed by the bustling market stalls and winding aisles packed with products, produce, and flowers. I stopped to smell the hundreds of vibrant flowers that quite literally drowned the women who cut and arranged them.

I browsed the racks of local wines, tried, smelled, and tasted local chocolates, teas, and spices, and embraced my inner hippie while testing out various essential oils and chakra beads. While I wanted to buy everything that I had seen, smelt, and experienced… there were a few products that I simply couldn’t pass up.

This is what wound up in my shopping bag:

• Bee Propolis Chewing Gum: Bee Propolis is the substance used by bees to seal their hives and keep out infection. They collect sap from trees, and convert it to this waxy sealant. People can use it for sore throats, and use it as an antiviral as well as warding off infections or sickness. The owner of this amazing Bohemian shop, called Tenzing Momo, adds peppermint to this gum-like consistency and created a gum that is not only freshening your breath, but also improving your health.

• Chakra Mala Necklace: I purchased a Chakra Mala with beautiful colored gemstones that represent all 7 chakras. There are 108 rudraksha beads that make up this necklace, which is the traditional number for chanting and prayer. Each rudraksha bead has been handpicked, blessed, and chosen for its energy level. Created by Aum Rudraksha Designs.

• Almond Coconut Chocolate Bar from Theo: Not only are these chocolate bars absolutely delicious, they are also USDA organic, Fair Trade, and non-GMO. The Theo brand is involved in every step of the process: From the cacao farmer in the Congo, to the truck driver in Seattle, to the chocolate lovers like me all around the world. I bought this 65% dark chocolate as a “celebration of spring” that has crunchy almonds and toasted coconut making a smooth, and rich dark chocolate that is nutty and refreshing.

• Zodiac Essential Oil Aquarius:  I thought this concept was so fascinating and of course had to buy it. The bohemian shop, Tenzing Momo, hand blends essential oils based on your zodiac sign. Each astrology sign has different strengths and weaknesses, which creates a unique combination of essential oils to become most beneficial to the user. Being a Valentines baby, I bought the Aquarius blend and love wearing it on the inside of my wrists and neck.

• Sage Bundle: As I walked around the market, the smell of something burning wafted into my nose. Originally I figured it must have been weed, after all... Washington is one of the places where marijuana is legal, so this concept was not too far of a stretch for me. However, shortly after my nose picked up this scent, I came to a table covered in small sage bundles, some of which were on fire. I learned about smudging, which is the cleansing of energetic and metaphysical aura’s completed through the burning of a sage bundle. It is said to help with conflict, anger, illness and evil energy, while also calling forth energies of peace and love. So I bought this little bundle of wonder to burn in my New York City apartment to bring in good energy and burn out anything negative.

• Rejuvenating Rub: After a long weekend of skiing the slopes, my body was aching and exhausted. So when I hit the stand for Moon Valley Organics... I was so pleased to find their Rejuvenating All-Over Body Rub. Moon Valley is a “Farmacy” nestled in the majestic foothills of Washington's Cascade Mountains. Their herbalists take nature's healing agents and turn them into truly effective and luxurious care products. The Rejuvenating Rub combines mint and lavender with arnica to create the ultimate cooling and calming experience, perfect for my aches after workouts, long plane rides, and strenuous activities.

Lunch at Edible Canada

After a long weekend spent skiing the sunny slopes of Whistler... I had a full day to explore Vancouver before my flight back to NYC. I ventured over to Granville Island, which was a short "Aqua Bus" ride away from our apartment in Yaletown. Here we strolled the aisles of produce and products at the public market and pondered the arts and crafts of many small local shops along the water. 

After working up an appetite, my girlfriend and I took the recommendation of a good friend and pulled up a barstool to the open-kitchen dining at Edible Canada. 

This incredibly inviting and lively bistro serves up authentic Canadian classics, infused with modern and ethnic influences. From Oxtail Poutine to Yukon Arctic Char, Edible Canada focuses on local, sustainable, and seasonal ingredients that showcase all that Canada's diverse cultures, farmers, and artisans have to offer. 

Edible Canada opened its doors six years ago and operates as a full service bistro, an artisanal retail and online store, as well as a tours/events company. 

The store, located near the back of the restaurant, is a foodie haven that offers the highest quality Canadian-made gourmet items that are handpicked by Eric Pateman (the founder) and his retail team. Products range from maple syrup and smoked salmon, to more exclusive products like Amola's bacon or truffle salts as well as custom gift baskets. 

They also offer food tours in and around Vancouver including: Granville Island Market Tour, Worlds Best Food Truck Tour, as well as a Guilty Pleasures Gourmet Tour. In addition to these walking/guided tours, Edible Canada also offers monthly market dinners from cultures and chefs around the world including: Lebanon, China, Japan, and Peru as well as a Canadian dinner series serving local wines and fare. 
 
For my lunch at the bistro, I started off with a glass of Pinot Gris from Naramata (as per the servers recommendation). I scanned the mouthwatering menu and stopped at the Northern Alberta Elk Tartare. 

Now I'm not a huge meat person, let alone a raw red meat person... But once my interest was peaked I asked the server what was the most unique and daring choice, and she led me straight back to the Elk Tartare. 

So naturally I went for it. 

It consisted of hand-chopped raw elk, a truffle aioli, Biota mustard, and grilled bread. The meat was fresh, lean, and delicious. The combination of the truffle aioli, mustard, and quail egg on top created an explosion of flavors and textures with every bite.

After all that meat, I opted for a light salad that consisted of smoked sturgeon & salmon, a soft boiled egg, citrus, mint, sprouted pulses, grilled greens, spiced seeds, with a white miso vinaigrette. 

I was so impressed by the food, atmosphere, and concept of this company that I absolutely had to write about it. Whether or not you are a foodie... The Granville Island market and Edible Canada is an amazing way to spend an afternoon discovering all that Vancouver and Canada as a whole have to offer. 

Malibu Wine Safari

Last weekend I ventured homeward to Southern California to celebrate Easter with my friends and family. Perhaps it’s because I have been traveling for a while, allowing me the thrill of meeting new people, and trying new things… Or maybe I am just turning into an all-out explorer… but I found myself itching for something new and adventurous to spice up my cross country visit. 

It should come as no surprise, to anyone that knows me well, that wine had to be involved. Kind of a no-brainer for me… lets be honest. After about 20 minutes of research online, I stubbled upon Malibu Wine Safari’s and couldn’t believe I had never heard of the place. 

Malibu Winery is about 20 minutes away from Malibu beach, into the Santa Monica Mountains. At first it was a little confusing as the establishment is so huge… We ended up at the Tasting Room of Malibu Wines rather then the Wine Safari area, which was another minute down the road. 

The reason it gets tricky is because there is the Tasting Room, which is really an open-air tasting and event space for the winery, a safari section of the winery, which is where all the exotic animals are roaming the property, and then there’s the Wine Hikes, which allows you to hike and take in the views with stops to try some of the companies delicious varietals.

After checking in, you hop aboard the safari truck and roam around the enormous property, home of the Semler family. Ron Semler bought his first 300 acres after the devastating fire across the region in 1980. While most people thought he was losing his sanity, as the land was deemed unusable after being charred in the wildfire, he saw a business opportunity. Today it is over 1,000 acres of rolling hills lined with vineyards, manicured lawns, large ancient oak tree, bustling rose gardens, and fields of horses and animals grazing in the background.

On the safari we saw and fed llamas, yaks, zebras, donkeys, horses, ostriches, peacocks, water buffaloes, and of course… a giraffe. The funniest part to me were the names of these safari celebs… Michelle O’Llama, Llama Del Rey, Yak Efron, and Justin Zeber, just to name a few. 

While I was skeptical about why these exotic creatures are just chillen in a winery in Malibu… I was happy to find out that they are often used in commercials, movies, and print work and have very happy and healthy living environments. Stanley, the Giraffe who so lovingly stuck out his humongous tongue for the camera, had his big Hollywood debut recently in The Hangover 3. 

We made two tasting stops along the safari, the first was a beautiful peak overlooking the property where we tasted their Sauvignon Blanc, Chardonnay, and Rosé. The second was in a valley called Camp Cabernet that was filled with vintage campers, VW Vans and art sculptures. Here we tasted Selmer’s Grenache, Merlot, and Cabernet Sauvignon (my personal favorite). 

Once we had finished all the snacks of cheese, crackers and tapenade, and finally stopped “revisiting” our favorite wines. We concluded our tour back at the starting point which has a super cute market where you can purchase the sampled in addition to their other vintages, as well as local products and artisanal crafts.

I absolutely loved getting up close and personal with the exotic animals, tasting the variety of wines grown on the property, and exploring all the beautiful mountainous scenery often overlooked when visiting Malibu. Whether you are exploring via the Wine Safari or join one of the wineries many monthly events including: Karaoke Night, Yoga & Mimosas, or Movie Night... Malibu Wines is the perfect off-the-beaten-path day trip while spending time in the City of Angels.

Seeing Cerulean at Coco Maya

Last week I had the pleasure of joining The Yacht Week in the British Virgin Islands as a host blogger on their spring break route... Mornings were brought in with reparative beach yoga, afternoons filled with sailing, swimming and grilling, and evenings watching the sunset from beautiful beachfront restaurants with breathtaking views and incredible food.

This series was shot by the incredible Michael Vanarey, a resident photographer for TYW, before the all-white evening party hosted at Coco Maya on Virgin Gorda. 

For this party, I decided to mix my salty tousled beach hair, with the clean lines of a body-con bandage dress. I then added a statement gold metal choker that I am completely obsessed with. I found it a few days before my trip and absolutely love how quickly it can elevate a simple outfit, to create a look that is classy, with a bit of edge.  

To keep my crazy ocean hair somewhat tame... I use unrefined coconut oil, and then apply Oribe Split End Seal on the ends to help keep it moisturized, healthy, and smelling amazing. 
More about my Yacht Week adventures to come! Stay tuned... Xx

In a Cenote Daydream

One of the days during our time in Tulum, my girlfriends and I decided to go exploring. With only our bikinis, go-pros, and water we jumped in the car and started driving. Our goal… find the Cenotes. I had heard all about them, the oasis of insanely clear blue freshwater partially engulfed by the lush, wild jungle.  

While my heart may have dropped when I saw how uneventful our “search for the cenotes” was… (literally imagine humungous billboards on the side of the road with CENOTE AZUL plastered across them) the empty gravel parking lot calmed my nerves that this may not be just another ridiculous tourist trap after all. 

After paying 6 Mexican pesos we walked along a dirt trail, and gawked and gazed as we walked at the small beginning of the natural springs and sinkholes. When we finally hit the main cenote, I was in shock… There in the middle of the jungle was this amazing blue and green body of water just as beautiful and seemingly untouched as the photos I had seen. 

I felt like I was instantly transported into the depths of Bali or Indonesia, it was so sensual, and exotic, all while radiating a sort of calm I’ve never experienced before. It felt miles away from the touristic Mexico I had grown to love and loathe over the years.

This natural freshwater oasis is actually a sinkhole that is created when the limestone bedrock collapses unearthing the groundwater below. Some of the cenotes found in the Yucatan were seen as sacred wells to the Maya, specifically Chichén Itzá. Mayans offered sacrifices, including precious objects such as gold, jade, pottery, and incense and in some cases humans, into the cenote to worship and communicate with the Mayan Gods and ancestors. 

After visiting Cenote Azul, it came as no surprise that this would be a place of peace and spirituality. The water, environment, and energy wholesomely cleansed my stressed, tired body from head to toe as I mindlessly floated through the mineral-rich pool. This is absolutely a must visit, if not for a peaceful swim then for an exciting day of cliff jumping off the jungled rocks into the cool blue water below.

The Bohemian Beach Town of Tulum

A few months ago I started hearing murmurs, a small muffled mentioning of pop-up shops that gave the hamptons a run for their money. Of mixologists fleeing their bone-chilling local bars in Williamsburg to serve south of the border. Of the ecotourism movement that left travelers with just the beach, a mosquito net, and their own curious minds.

It was happening, the gentle gentrification of Tulum. It started, similar to Yucatan plumbing, like a slow dripping faucet, and has now become the buzzing epicenter of Manhattanites... searching for a break in the sun and a getaway that doesn’t feel too far from home.

Naturally, I had to see what all the fuss was about. So, my two best friends and I booked our flights, rented a car and headed an hour and a half south of Cancun towards the restorative town of Tulum.

After some research, I realized the weekend we had picked was that of a full moon and Papaya Playa Project, an eco-chic multifunctional community nestled carefully between the Mayan Jungle and the beautiful coastline, is infamous for incredible food, comfortable cottages, and an even more kickass full moon party. Done and done.

Every morning during our stay, we indulged in their continental breakfast of fresh fruit, juices, smoothies, and coffee (with the exception of one hungover morning that involved begging for huevos from the incredible line chefs, long after breakfast was done being served.) This would kick start days of biking to the main strip of bohemian, shack-like gems that looked like a cross between the hippie markets of Ibiza and the Crow’s Nest in Montauk.

In a sea of dreamcatchers, overpriced but droolworthy jewelry, and tiny bikinis we mindlessly meandered and strolled the incredible shopping scene that has blossomed in this tiny jungle town.

Open air dining has been absolutely mastered and come complete with large wood burning ovens, buzz-inducing Mezcal concoctions, and of course fresh seafood. We passed on dining at the acclaimed but consistently overcrowded Hardwood for the likes of Cafe Jaguar and the incredible Canopia (which meaning canopy… was our only solace in a tropical rainstorm.)  

Overall, this hippie town has everything you need for a long weekend away. From biological reserves, Mayan ruins, and natural cenotes to bohemian shops, mixology bars, and more beachfront yoga then you can shake a stick at… Tulum is an incredible town, perfect for disconnecting and re-centering yourself before a midwinter breakdown.

She's Likes Seafood by the Seashore

I remember being a little girl driving next to my grandpa in his vintage Mercedes. The smell of leather and Cuban cigars always gently and familiarly wafting in the car. With my little legs kicking up from the warm sheepskin seats, he would roll the windows down...

“Take a deep breath… you smell it?”

I would take a deep inhale and the immediate smell of the sea and salt in the air would wake me up and make me giggle with excitement as it cooled me.

His love for the ocean was the reason I forced down my first squishy bite of calamari, it was the reason my sister, cousin, and I would wake up at 4 in the morning to catch the all-day fishing boat in San Pedro. And with a fishing pole bigger than I was, he taught me the strength, beauty, and mysteries of the sea.

He is the reason, to this day, I know you should only eat seafood in a place where you can see the ocean. (I doubt he would consider the Hudson River a feasible excuse to eat oysters on Grand Banks... but I digress).

In his honor, no matter which beach town I’m visiting from Portugal to Hawaii... I always go on a hunt to find the freshest seafood I can, and this lovely meal was my latest jackpot served up in Esperanza at a local joint called Bili’s. This place was the recommendation of the local friend I had made earlier in the day, and we ordered the calamari, the poke tuna, and the daily paella which came complete with a half lobster.

My love and fascination in finding the most incredible beaches, is always backed by a quest for equally outstanding seafood thanks to my diehard, ocean loving, fisherman for a Grandpa. And I have to say, I think this little pastel ramshackle in southern Vieques would've been right up his alley. 

Between the Sheets

Everyone loves the feeling of being on vacation, away from the real world... Far from the stresses and chaos of our daily lives.

However, even in this heightened state of bliss... Which can often seem insurmountable, I have found an even better solace that is often rolled out of and overlooked. 

My heavenly happy place while away is always the extremely plush hotel bed. This is my vacation within a vacation. The hazy view of the sun drenching the soft crinkled sheets, the feeling when you stretch and starfish diagonally across the California king... that's realistically the size of a standard NYC bedroom, and lay there lazily basking in the little haven that has been subtly created just for you.

Once I've fully relished in the space and comfort of my mini sanctuary, I'll quickly slip out... Make a cup of coffee, poke my head out to sneakily grab the papers in my skivvies, and leap straight back into bed.

I can spend hours leisurely perusing through the magazines I didn't have time to read on the plane, or browsing local headlines. I also give equal opportunity and concentration to the breakfast menu... Which, as you could have guessed, is best served right there in that luscious bed.

So no matter where your travels take you or why you may be away from home, remember to treasure those calm, beautiful moments in the morning that you may not get once you're back in the real world. 

Where to Stay Spotlight: Vieques

I recently ventured to the incredible island of Vieques, just a short flight (in which I flew in the copilot seat!) from San Juan, Puerto Rico. Within minutes of landing I was drinking a rum punch in the air conditioning of the W Hotel lounge at the airport, checking in and handing my luggage over to my driver.  

The resort was absolutely stunning, and very much my style. With bohemian, technicolor pods for sofas, a fresh juice bar, and panoramic views of the beach… I was in tropical heaven. My large studio room had an amazing balcony overlooking the pool and the ocean. I quickly threw down my suitcases, changed into my bikini and ran for the beach. 

After being escorted to the adult beach, as there is also a separate family one (thank goodness), I laid out, caught up on my reading and finally relaxed. Once I was in a full mediative state from the sounds of the ocean, a cool and cleansing swim, and a healthy dose of Vitamin D, I changed and went for Sunset Yoga. The instructor was very insightful, patient, and thorough… leading a mellow session on the pavilion overlooking the water.

I woke the next day, and got a red Jeep from the car rental company on property (which is extremely convenient for day rentals) and was off exploring the island. I went to Esperanza, which is on the southern part of the island and is filled with quaint seaside shops, restaurants, and bars. I spent the afternoon window-shopping, snacking, and relaxing with another fun dip into the ocean. When I arrived back at the hotel, the concierge had organized a night trip for me to the bioluminescent bay that Vieques is so famous for. I kayaked around the bay in complete shock as the water turned neon yellow and green with every stroke of my ore. It was one of the most incredible experiences in the world and I was still only five hours from NYC. 

The morning before I left, I indulged in their amazing breakfast menu. Ordering caramelized pineapple oatmeal, a fresh fruit bowl, and the smoothie of the day… I soaked in all the wonderful smells, and sights of the resort.

The W Hotel in Vieques is an amazingly modern yet beachy resort that is the perfect place to call home during your time on the island. Whether it was the relaxing yoga, their incredibly attentive staff, or sublime facilities… I had the most magical experience and will be returning to the island very soon. Xx

The Magical Island of Vieques

My recent trip to Vieques was booked 8 hours before my plane took off. After a long weekend of hosting my annual Christmas dinner party and a Caribbean Yacht Week brunch, I took the opportunity to decompress and get some much needed alone time. 

During the holiday season, I love to sneak away to find a little time for myself to reflect on what worked and what didn’t over the year and the fact that this trip was dreamed up the day of departure made it all the more exciting and spontaneous. 

So many people I know find the thought of traveling by yourself extremely scary and overwhelming and are given even higher levels of anxiety by last minute travel plans with minimal thought… I find the combination of these two elements exceptionally exhilarating and makes the trip not only memorable but also magical. 

For those that may not know, Vieques is an island 20 minutes by flight off the coast of Puerto Rico. So in less then four hours… bringing only a few bikinis, a backpack, my camera and a drivers license, I found myself in 80 degree weather on a white sandy beach, drinking a rum runner in the Caribbean. 

After editing a few projects on the balcony of my hotel room, at the W in Vieques. I ordered a green smoothie and passion fruit juice to take a break. When my order arrived, I got to chatting with a Vieques local that worked at in-room dining about my blog and my love of travel after he noticed my FujiFilm camera and tripod. He explained to me that photography was also one of his biggest passions and that he loved shooting and exploring new parts of the island. 

So the next day I rented a red jeep, and Wally and I drove down to Esperanza, on the south side of the island, and ate lunch at an amazing local spot called Bili’s. We ordered seafood paella and ended up shooting a couple looks at Sun Bay, Corona’s and coconuts in hand. 

He told me about the history of Vieques as an island, what it was like growing up there and showed me everything from the best place to snorkel (mosquito pier) to a completely overgrown sugar mill that resembled something out of the movie Tarzan. 

If I had been traveling with other people or didn't trust my instincts to explore and travel on my own, I would have never experienced and learned all about the magical nuances and intricacies of the island. Sometimes, the best way to see new places is to go unapologetically alone to the destination, as it forces you to come out of your shell, ask around and start to emerge with the other travelers and locals around you. 

Vieques really is one of the most beautiful and easy to get to places from the East Coast, while still remaining organically cultured without the over saturation of trying tourists.