Holidays in London
From Winter Wonderland to Regents or Carnaby street to your local borough’s high street, the whole city explodes with magic.
From Winter Wonderland to Regents or Carnaby street to your local borough’s high street, the whole city explodes with magic.
the end of an era for us Colette fans globally.
I could easily see myself coming here every weekend
Give yourself permission to be a kid again and gorge on candy floss and spend too much money trying to get a giant stuffed bear that you absolutely don’t need.
You know what’s strange here, Black Friday is such a big thing. Advertisements all over the place advertising sales and deals, but many people are quite confused as to remembering when it is. They don’t have that Thanksgiving Thursday then Black Friday marker that we Americans do. Michele told me it’s picking up steam in Italy as well which is also quite funny because many don’t even know what the words mean. Thanksgiving Thursday is tomorrow, and I’m spending it here in London. It’s not the first time I’ve spent Thanksgiving abroad, but I am usually with family even if I am overseas. This year, I’ll be enjoying a quiet dinner in Notting Hill and sharing traditions with someone pretty awesome. I am so thankful that this year has lead me to a place where I am happy, I’m thriving and I’m exactly where I want to be. I count my blessings everyday and this practice in gratitude has led me to not sweat the small stuff and to be honest, relax a bit on …
“Get the London look.”
I don’t know how many tubes of Rimmel I’ve bought trying to emulate Kate’s or Gigi’s lashes.
It was such a privilege to be on the Popsugar homepage sharing such an incredible experience.
It’s a pretty great episode on “boo loving and romance” while traveling and I share a little tidbit about my perfect date in Bordeaux on the 18:15 mark.
Travel in style… you never know where your next journey might take you.
I sat on my roof deck lulled by crashing waves and coqui chirps. I took a deep breath of salt air and humidity as I giggled to myself. At what? I don’t remember, buzzed off of happiness and piña coladas. It was almost midnight, almost my birthday, and I was exactly where I wanted to be. Alone. In Rincón, Puerto Rico.