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.
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.
No one knows how to assemble a squad like my girl Sophie.
The PicKNICK, St. Cloud’s modern twist on the traditional picnic, atop Times Square.
When I’m away on my travels my favorite parts of home that I miss… 90% of that is deeply rooted in Brooklyn — my family, my grandmother’s garden, biking to V’s in BedStuy, late nights at Crown Inn with Jenn. Check out The New Regulars for a glimpse of the place I call home.