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 Bites: Tasting Menu at Beau Constantia

I had never known South Africa to be a complete gastronomic metropolis. I had understood and tasted the many varietals and vivacious wines of the various regions within the country. Yet was completely shocked to find the food in and around Cape Town to be some of the freshest, healthiest, and completely eco-conscientious grub around. 

With more vegan bakeries and gluten-free options than you can shake a stick at, you may just confuse this incredible city for the likes of Laguna Beach... and then you go to Beau Constantia. A winery and chef’s kitchen located a short 20 minute drive from central Cape Town that is as charming as it is sinful. 

We opted for the seven course tasting menu for two, which ended up being more than enough for three realistically.  The combination of flavor, texture, and depth of each dish, paired so seamlessly with their incredible wine pairings. From the risotto to the lamb shank, there wasn’t an element overlooked.

After a full and hearty lunch, served tapas style, we meandered through the vineyards, sipped vintages, and absorbed the beautiful combination of an innovative menu, modern design, and a quintessential winery. Beau Constantia is an absolute must do when visiting South Africa. It has all the charm of the Winelands, right in Cape Town’s backyard. 

The Cat's Pajamas: 31 Days in PJ's

First and foremost you all need the backstory to this lovely little challenge. It all started because I’m demanding. Being that I’m sweetly cursed with a birthday that falls on Valentine’s day, I have always forced my girlfriends to ditch their prospective and/or current boyfriends to honor the day of my birth rather than a day of cheap chocolates, and forced attention due to a hallmark-contrived holiday. 

So to anyone that knows me, it should come as no surprise that I wanted to celebrate my day of birth somewhere amazing and exotic… Only problem? All my girlfriends have big girl jobs and PTO is not only a sacred commodity, but is typically saved for one personal trip, and then long weekends here and there. Being completely oblivious to this common dilemma, I informed my best friends that this years destination would be Maderas Village in Nicaragua. 

My girlfriends didn’t miss a beat. Almost instantly, flights were being booked, deposits paid, and time was being requested off. You also have to realize the gravity of the situation… not only am I asking them all for a week of their precious PTO, but I’m also asking them to leave their respective fashion jobs right in the middle of New York Fashion Week… a cardinal sin. 

My best friend Cat was struggling to find ways to stretch her vacation days and decided to get creative. She is a Digital Copy Writer at a large lingerie and sleepwear manufacturing company called Komar and in a relentless effort to come on my birthday trip, struck up a bet that would change her life.

The Bet:  

She made a bet with her boss that she could pull off wearing pajamas (from Komar) everyday for the entire month of January. Not just to the office, but to industry events, happy hours, and dinner parties alike. She had to look business appropriate, fashion forward, and flawless everyday… in PAJAMAS!

The Stakes: 

If Cat can successfully pull off wearing pj’s for the entire month of January, she gets an EXTRA week of PTO… more valuable then gold in the corporate world (or so I’ve heard hehe). If she looks sloppy, not appropriate or gets called out for “noticeably wearing PJ’s” the bet is off. If she loses… it’s no extra paid time off AND she has to plan and host her bosses two year old's birthday party. A total drag for any busy 25 year old New Yorker.

Starting at midnight on New Years Eve, Cat has been SLAYING every single day. She’s been styling pajamas like a boss, from slips with turtlenecks, to silk pajama tops with skinny jeans… she is making this look not only effortless, but incredibly chic. 

To bring awareness and support to her #31daysinPJs challenge she cohosted a brunch (images above) at the incredible farm-to-table restaurant Dig Inn on the Upper East Side. Her best friends ranging from bloggers, tattoo artists, photographers, and models were invited on a snowy Saturday afternoon to sip, dine, chat, and cheer her on at her halfway point. The only catch? We all had to wear PJ’s! We donned corsets and furs, kimonos and bra tops, full length robes and nighties… all emulating the same style and confidence radiating from the creator herself. 

I am so beyond proud of my best friend for absolutely everything she has done and accomplished so far this year. Everyday I look forward to seeing just how she styles yet another chic-to-death pajama outfit for this challenge. Be sure to follow her journey as she comes one step closer to not only her prized PTO but also proving pj’s can actually be so much more then sleepwear. 

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.

The Magical Island of Koh Chang

The night before my flight, I sat on a sofa in downtown Taipei constantly refreshed my weather app. Praying for a miracle, a break in the torrential downpour, a sun emoji miraculously replacing the lightening bolts flashing across my screen. My heart sank as the reality hit me, my upcoming trip to Koh Samui would be inevitably ruined due to flash flooding and tropical rainstorms. 

My friend and I started frantically looking for other options… Phuket: disaster, Ko Phi Phi: flooded, really any small southern islands: heavy rain and flooding. Desperation set in as we started with where the weather was good… Bangkok. While no one wants to replace a dream beach vacation with a city it was a start. We trailed our fingers down the map, and stopped on a tiny green island just south of the city. We had landed on the magical, wonderland of Koh Chang. 

We immediately checked the weather, fully sunny and 85-90 degrees, realistically heaven at this point. We then did a generic Google search of the island as we’d both never heard of it… dreamy images of white sandy beaches and crystal clear waters insured this was the getaway of the century. 

After a few intense phone calls, canceled and rebooked flights and a few emails... we were on our way to Koh Chang, all within a short seven hour window. 

Getting to this tropical paradise seems harder then it actually was due to the fact that there isn't an airport on the island. But rest assured the transport is exceptionally seamless, especially for a small island that isn't inundated with the likes of Phi Phi tourists. We flew from Taipei to Bangkok, then Bangkok to Trat (TDX)... across the water from Koh Chang. 

Upon leaving the airport we loaded our bags into a transfer taxi... took the taxi onto a drive-on ferry, that then drove us directly to our hotel. We stayed at the Emerald Cove and it was beyond incredible (full review coming soon).

In a beautiful nutshell... Koh Chang is: tropical rainforests, coral reefs, white sand beaches, hidden waterfalls, fruity drinks, island time, Thai massages, German (mostly) tourists and local/beach bars with the occasional herb. The seafood is incredible, the weather is much more temperate that the southern islands and while astonishingly picturesque... it still somehow remains calm, beautiful, and isolated. 

If you're in or around Thailand... Koh Chang is an absolute must. Xx

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. 

Traditional Taiwanese Breakfast

After an insanely long day of traveling yesterday, I went NYC-Detroit-Tokyo-Taipei, I set myself up for success with the jet lag by staying up when it was day time. I arrived at my girlfriend Maggie’s beautiful townhouse in downtown Taipei and passed straight out. 

I woke refreshed, and ready for the day at 8am… not too bad for day one. As I walked into the kitchen, I began to smell an incredible mix of warm rice, soy-shallot stewed pork, and garlic sautéed greens. It was miles away from the pancakes and waffles of home, and EXACTLY what I needed to start my busy day. 

Maggie then explained to me that this stewed pork is a famous family recipe and was a staple of hers growing up. We poured the delicious secret family heirloom over a bed of rice soup aka congee, think of rice as an oatmeal consistency. We then poured a sweeter “breakfast” soy concoction over our over-medium eggs, added the hallow-stem greens and totally went to town. 

We topped it all off with small dashes of fish floss, I know it sounds insane but it's actually amazing. Think of it as an Asian version of bacon bits, only made with fish. This was the best way to kickoff my time in Taipei and a definite must try while on this amazing island. 

How I Bundle Up for the Holidays

As the weather gets colder, my mind turns to creative new ways to layer and bundle. Quite honestly, this winter I realized how sick I am of the whole “tights under a dress” bullshit. First of all… it’s the holiday season and no one wants that tight waistband bullying you into passing on yet another fudge brownie. Not to mention how it looks. Even if I slap on my sexiest pair of heels, opaque tights will still somehow always remind me of my tired third grade teacher. 

So if you, like me, are over the dark, Spanx-like, sausage-casing labeled as tights… I offer you a sexy yet warm solution… thigh-high wool socks. Pair them to a sweater dress, add combat boots, and a wide brim hat and you’re in business. It’s the perfect, edgy-yet-sophisticated way to keep warm while still showing a little skin. 

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

Most LIKELY To Succeed

I always find it hard to put together an outfit that is classy and fashion forward enough for a business meeting, yet sexy enough to make me feel my best on a night out on the town.

But with this incredibly versatile, burnt orange, body-con staple from LIKELY, I went from business to pleasure seamlessly. Paired with a blazer, statement jewelry, and over the knee boots... it's the perfect ensemble for a crisp, clean-cut day at the office. 

For a night look simply drape the blazer over your purse, apply a knockout lipstick and let the dress hug your curves in all the right places. It's honestly the dream dress. It's available online at LIKELY.nyc as well as at Bloomingdales and Revolve.

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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My Burning Man: Galactic Chameleon

One of the biggest things I’d been looking forward to about Burning Man, was the radical self expression, combined with the unique and widely-accepted concept that “anything goes”. I knew there would be jaw-dropping art displays and installations, and I wanted to contribute to the community visually through my passion and love for costumes, makeup, and design. 

I based my design concept on an amazing day I’d spent, just a few weeks earlier, at the wild and mystical markets in Marrakech. It was in those dusty back alleys of the souk, that I came across a merchant selling all kinds of intriguing spices, herbs, and remedies. I noticed he had some sort of pet lizard, and upon closer inspection I realized it was a Chameleon. 

I was beyond fascinated with this desert creature. His eyes could spin independently in any desired direction, his nimble feet could casually adapt to any surface, but my wonder and imagination started churning as I watched this alien-like creature change the color of his skin as he adapted and reacted to the environment around him. 

This was the foundation of my vision for my first Burning Man. I would become a Galactic Chameleon. A foreign creature coming from a dark, mechanical, colorless world to the Playa. A place where I knew nothing and would begin merely reacting and responding to my environment (deep I know but it helped me creatively and mentally prepare for the adventure). 

The wigs I found, and the costumes I made revolved around this philosophy of transformation and adaptation. I wanted to go from a hard, black, machine-like warrior to a white & silver futuristic goddess. I started with all black and slowly transitioned color in. I based my transformations on the color of my wigs, and loved the added benefit of protecting my real hair from the nasty elements of Black Rock City. It was an experiment that challenged both my creative limits as well as my social boundaries and barriers. This concept of adaptation and evolution played a key role in what I took away from my first burn. 

Just a disclaimer: As you can see from the images above this post is about my outfits and what I designed and wore to Burning Man. An experiential guide on what to pack, what to expect, and my experience as a whole is coming after this… Xx