bermuda10/23/14

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Melissa and I were recently in Bermuda for a wedding (more on that later!) and ended up having quite the adventure of our own. The day we were supposed to leave, we were caught in a crazy tropical storm that changed paths and gained strength at the last minute. We woke up to the sound of loud wind gusts (later reported to be 90 mph), bent palm trees and sideways rain. When the storm calmed down a bit, I explored the neighborhood to find giant trees down, power lines blocking roads so taxis were unable to get anywhere — the roof of the airport even blew off, causing the sprinkler system to activate, causing the entire airport to flood and consequently close “until further notice.” After the initial anxiety of dealing with cancelled flights and being stuck and helpless wore off, our extra time in Bermuda ended up being some of the most fun. There was such comradery between everyone swapping storm stories, and there was not much to do but hang around and relax. We spent the afternoon swimming laps and chatting by the pool with white wine, and then had a long dinner at the only restaurant in town with power.

Aside from the storm excitement, Bermuda was lovely — full of the most gorgeous colors (the bluest blues I’ve ever seen) turquoise waters, pink buildings, pink sand, and mopeds lining the streets. As our friendly cab drivers loved to tell us, it was Bermudaful.

terrain09/18/14

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I loved stopping by the oasis that is Terrain on my recent trip to Philidelphia. What a BREATHTAKING place. I also answered a few questions on their blog if you’re interested!

the high line09/10/14

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A few photos from a walk on the High Line during the golden hour, one of my favorite moments from our recent trip to NYC.

24 hours in savannah08/20/14

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The best thing to do in Savannah is walk. Start on Bull Street, walk toward Forsyth Park, and admire all the squares along the way. Each one is gorgeous (there are 22 total, we made it to about six or seven) and there is so much surrounding moody beauty — live oaks, spanish moss, dappled light, ornate fountains, historic houses, secret gardens, etc. Otherwise, here are some favorite spots:

Collins Quarter (new cafe & bar, quickly became our favorite spot)
Foxy Loxy/ The Coffee Fox (tacos + coffee)
The Public (casual lunch, good burgers)
The Florence (Italian food with style, love the atmosphere here)
Back in the Day Bakery (the best, just go)
The Paris Market (the cutest Parisienne-inspired shop and cafe, just go)
Prospector Co. (apothecary, homegoods, jewelry, periodicals, etc.)

machu picchu08/11/14

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It’s hard to believe I took these photos of Machu Picchu eight months ago. There were so many logistics to think about in the present — the train, the hotel, the buses, the hike — that I don’t know if I fully comprehended the magnitude of it until after the fact.

There had been a rock slide on the zigzag road that takes you to the main gates a couple days before our arrival, so we had to take three different buses and climb stairs between each level to get to the entrance. It took almost an hour to go about two miles.  Harper and I were very prepared — my bag was filled with advil, bug spray, sunscreen, Neosporin, band-aids, altitude medicine, hand sanitizer, 20 Lara bars — and no, we did not use any of it. Only 400 tourists per day are allowed up Huayna Pichu (the peak pictured above), and we had tickets to do the early morning hike. I’m not much of a hiker, especially at 8,000 feet, so it was definitely a challenge; I had to stop every few minutes to catch my breath. The stairs were steep and slippery and I kept catching glimpses of the view below, realizing how high we were getting. I kept thinking this is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. (On the way down I thought that was not so bad, let’s do it again!). To get to the peak at the tippy top, all the hikers took turns crawling through a little rock tunnel. It was a bit claustrophobic, but what we met on the other side quickly made it worth it. We were in the clouds completely, and could only see land for brief moments when the clouds would move. There was such a feeling of comradery — a bunch of strangers all crammed together, helping each other balance from rock to rock and exchanging phones and cameras to take pictures of each other. I kept thinking of Nan Nan, how she’s traveled all over the world and how this was one place I’d made it to before her. I tried to be as present as I could so I could remember every detail and describe it to her.

Once we got down and started exploring the main ruins, we were so exhausted that we wandered aimlessly; no tour guide or map, just taking it all in. The weather spanned from every extreme imaginable (I took my sweater on and off every ten minutes) and the people-watching was amazing. After I spent weeks obsessing about what shoes to wear, I couldn’t help but notice everyone else’s — some people were dressed in serious hiking gear while others were in flip flops. But one of the sweetest things I noticed was how many older couples were there, checking off a bucket list dream together. Nothing about getting there or being there was easy or comfortable, but they’d all felt strongly enough about seeing this 15-century Inca site to make the effort. And I bet not a single one of them regretted it.

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