All + Sundry recently took a trip to Mexico for some cultural immersion and fresh, spicy food.
My previous experience with Mexico involved a one-day stop in Cancun while on a cruise. I was a kid with my parents, and we visited the Mayan ruins, offered my father up as a sacrifice, and made it back to the ship in time to eat mass quantities of non-Mexican food with other Americans. This was a much more colorful, chic, and intellectual experience!
I was out of town for a single night this weekend at an engagement party in the lovely riverside town of Red Bank, NJ. It was sunny and sweet, and I spent a long hour outside enjoying the cool morning air at an outdoor coffee shop with an old friend and my A+S other half. That said, that single night away had me pining for the city. There is nothing quite like a beautiful day with a little breeze and dappled sunlight in New York. I could not wait for my train to get in so I could stroll in the sunshine through the West Village. Taking a couple cues from one of my favorite Instagram feeds, westvillagelife, I wandered aimlessly with my camera and paid special attention to colorful front doors, bicycles on display, and the old brick facades covered in greenery.
So I saw this pic, was literally floored! And while I know it’s been photoshopped and possibly over-saturated with some blue filters, it still has be pining and swooning to travel to Greece. I should have really taken the chance while the economy had bottomed out a few years ago to travel there very cheap, alas, it still remains on the bucket list. Continue Reading
Well, where does one begin recapping and describing one of the most beautiful, monumental, and life-changing museums? I suppose at the beginning like you do with every story. . . So, here it goes!
Perhaps. Yet here I am, typing with all ten digits, to tell the tale of two non-Spanish-speaking, unarmed, and unconcerned American girls. Mexico City could not have treated us better. It truly required us to struggle through our elementary Spanish as tourism is not the huge priority it is in other Mexican coastal cities (and thank goodness for that, as we were totally immersed in this gorgeous city). It was enormous – we had an incredibly cruddy map and had no concept of just how far away from home we were many times. And oh, was it sophisticated. Was it ever.
I find this winding road very meditative–don’t you? There’s something about a never ending road that makes you think about your figurative path in life–the course you choose. What’s so cool about your path in life? You can always change it, you own it, and there’s no predicting it exactly! Continue Reading
It’s that time of year again – time to mooch off my sidekick for a summer vacation in the dreamiest place in America. Lucky duck. Ooh, let’s start right there. Duck Harbor. We love to pack Cape Cod potato chips and cheap champagne to this quiet stretch of beach in Wellfleet to watch the sunset. Due to some kind of preposterous dearth of spinach in Massachusetts that week, we unfortunately had zero spinach dip. But we made up for it with some super hot and impressive beach yoga.
At half past nine in two straight lines (not really – a line of one single person as usual), I visited my lovely, brave, spunky French orphan friend Madeline. At the New York Historical Society, Madeline in New York: The Art of Ludwig Bemelmans is in full swing. She’s older than I thought – 75! Doesn’t look a day over nine. This exhibit is a celebration of the artwork of Bemelmans,