Routeburn Track, NZ


Even more impressive than New Zealand’s landscape is the country’s dedication to protecting it. The most spectacular corners of New Zealand are home to the “Great Walks”, fastidiously maintained by the Department of Conservation. There are 10 of these “Great Walks”, six of which are on the South Island; they weave through alpine ranges, valleys, tarns (mountain lakes), meadows, coastlines, and fiords, and have incredible overnight huts and on-duty rangers along the way.

The Routeburn Track is one of the most iconic Great Walks, and I joined a group with Ultimate Hikes for a spectacular 3 day trek (there are few other options, as the huts book up months in advance and I wasn’t traveling with all the gear I’d need). The 20-mile track starts at the Divide, the lowest crossing of the Southern Alps, and carries you through Fiordland and Mount Aspiring National Parks. We spent our first day in absolute downpour. Ever grateful to the first NZ hut experience at Lake Howden (with its inviting fireplace and hot drinks), we climbed on through beech forest to Earland Falls (which with our weather was a thrilling, slippery walk underneath a raging waterfall). From there, we descended to Mackenzie lodge for the night.

Day two was all sun, and marked the moment I fell completely in love with tarns — alpine lakes that form when a glacier leaves behind a bowl-like shape and fills it with water. This landscape was carved by glaciers over 100,000 years, leaving tarns and fiords and deep valleys behind. You can spot waterfalls cascading thousands of feet into these fiords (if you’re not already spell-bound by the lakes and granite peaks).

About 80% of my photos on the Routeburn of this one gorgeous lake — Lake Harris — a lake with zero bad angles, and the only lake that’s left me breathless. In the photo to the right, you can spot the trail below us winding along the right side of the lake. Lord of the Rings territory out here. I climbed up Conical Hill (an 90-minute side trip) for stellar views of the Hollyford Valley through to Lake McKerrow and all the way to the Tasman Sea.

This is the Harris Saddle. Possibly the most epically-positioned hut and lunch spot and sun-bathing location. (Also easily mistaken for a rock…) It was here that I encountered kiwis running the entire 20-mile track in one day.

The third day’s trek out of Routeburn Falls brought a mix of forest paths and swing bridges and alpine pastures. We followed the river through to the gorge, and soaked up the last few miles through dense beech forest. One Great Walk down, nine to go… :)

 

wellington, nz


 

The Windy City. New Zealand’s little San Francisco.

 
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The iconic red Wellington Cable Car rambling up to the botanic gardens. A stop at the beautiful Wellington Sourdough bakery. Falling in love with the layers of hills and rocky coastlines disappearing and reappearing in the fog. And the cable cars. The cable cars! Wellington's harbor is surrounded by hills and their sprawling communities; many residents have private cable cars that whisk owners from the streets into the trees to their homes.

I arrived in Wellington straight off 4 days of trekking, and decided to select a few cozy homes for a restful stay in the world’s windiest city. I soaked up the stormy skies and cool, fall temperatures from a hilltop studio, a stone castle on the sea, and a tree house only accessible via cable car.

 
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italy


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Cinque Terre

Our first trip to Italy. My mom and I researched and read and schemed and dreamed for months, aiming to pull together a 10-day itinerary that would serve as our introduction to the place of my mom’s heritage. Ten days that could strike just the right balance between leisurely Mediterranean swims and sweaty coastal hikes, centuries-old cathedrals and meandering to the next espresso, afternoons making pasta in the Tuscan hills and city sidewalk slices of fontina and salami. I think we got it just right. We traveled in late September — late enough to beat (some of) the crowds but not the sunshine. Our plan was to start in Cinque Terre, take the train to Florence, train onwards to Rome, then down to Naples before a final stay on the island of Ischia.

Cinque Terre is a collection of five pastel fishing villages scattered on the edges of cliffs that tumble straight into the Ligurian Sea. The villages are quite remote, each with its own character and reputation, and sitting just below expanses of olive groves, vineyards, and incredible hiking paths. We chose to stay in Vernazza — one of the quieter of the five villages. Our home was a small stone cottage nestled into the hillside built by Giuliano, a 6th generation stone mason born and raised in Vernazza. Marveling at his stonework and getting to know Giuliano was a highlight of our stay.

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We kept our days simple, maximizing time on the trails, in the sea, or devouring pastries and practicing our Italian. The Cinque Terre region is inescapably touristy, but we found our pockets of quiet.. the best tips are to hike early before the crowds arrive and the sun is high and spend afternoons under a beach umbrella or in the village of Corniglia, the greenest and most peaceful of the villages, surrounded by vineyards. Corniglia is only accessible via a 377-step brick staircase, and is the only village without direct sea access. If the trails are accessible, hiking between them is the most spectacular form of transportation. We hiked from Vernazza to Monterosso al Mare (directly to spiaggia di fegina for a swim), and from Corniglia to Vernazza. Alternately, taking the ferry between villages is a beautiful (and inexpensive) way to take in the coastline. The ferry to Manarola at golden hour was a dream. It was there, at Trattoria del Billy, we learned the difference between spaghetti and pasta! A crucial distinction for the rest of our trip.

 
 
 
 

Manarola —

 
 
 
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FLORENCE


The two hour (well, closer to three… are Italian trains ever on time?) “high-speed” train from La Spezia to Florence dropped us into the heart of Florence just as the bells of Giotto’s tower rang out, signifying the hour before sunset. It made for an epically memorable arrival, racing across the Piazza Duomo with our luggage, and onwards to the Piazzale Michelangelo in hopes of catching the last rays of light. (With just enough time to grab a few slices of pecorino, prosciutto and salami on en route.)

Our first home in Florence was a tiny rooftop with extraordinary views of the duomo and the bell tower. Between the green, white, and pink marble facades, the frescoes of the Last Judgment inside, and the iconic masterpiece of a dome by Brunelleschi, the Cathedral Santa Maria del Fiore was the most impressive and compelling structure I’ve ever seen. The cathedral inspired the Italian Renaissance, and is reason enough to visit Florence. We climbed to the top of the duomo for sweeping views of the city, and spent a morning wandering through the works of Ghiberti, Donatello, and Michelangelo inside the Museo dell’Opera del Duomo.

Florence can be easily tackled on foot — a hallmark of all my favorite cities. In our few days there, we walked to Santo Spirito square, admired the Basilica of Santa Croce, and (my absolute favorite) marveled at the frescoes and the Grand Cloister of Santa Maria Novella. Santa Maria Novella is a less discovered sight of Florence, and arguably the most peaceful and extravagant. The Oltrarno neighborhood across the river was home to old world restaurants and cafes, and the most awe-inspiring of wooden doors! Of equal importance: for a stunning backdrop to an espresso and a brioche, make a stop at Sforno, Rivière cafe, and Cibreo :)

 
 
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We chose Numeroventi as our second home in Florence — a gloriously restored former syrup factory from the 1500s with its original frescoes still in tact. The space now serves as an artists residency and some of the sun-soaked lofts can be rented out for short stays. In the evening, we devoured Florentine steak at the communal tables of Trattoria Sostanza, shared a bottle of wine at Alla Vecchia Betola in San Lorenzo, and finished generous bowls of pasta over candles and twinkle lights at La Giostra. Along the way, we peered into a few other gorgeous spots: Trattoria Camilla, Osteria Antica Mescita, and Trattoria Sabainto. For lunch, our absolute favorites were the rigatoni at Trattoria Sergio Gozzi, and 5e Cinque, where owner Servio indulged us with his stories of early life in Italy. In between the Renaissance art and architecture and Florentine meals, we scoured the city for leather goods (the prestigious leather school, Scuola del Cuoio, and Da Francesco for custom-made leather sandals were our greatest finds), unique hand-decorated paper from Il Papiro and Il Torchiro, and all the apothecary treasures at one of the oldest pharmacies in the world: Officina Profumo - Farmaceutica di Santa Maria Novella.

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Chianti Hills

A cooking class in the hills of Tuscany. We made Ligurian pesto, homemade tagliatelle,
ricotta ravioli, and tiramisu that one can only dream of recreating back home.

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Rome


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The train from Florence to Rome takes a speedy 90 minutes. That is, if you get on the right train. We… did not. Ninety minutes turned into five hours on the “regional”train. A little unplanned sightseeing? :) We pulled into Rome just as the sun set and hopped onto a bus to Piazza Navona.

I was apprehensive about Rome — imagining the two of us shuffling through hoards of tourists, standing for hours in lines, fending off pickpockets, and trying to make sense of its public transportation. Remarkably, our experience couldn’t have been further from this. I fell in love with Rome right away. Its centuries-old crumbling travertine facades spilling onto the sidewalks, its color palette of burnt orange and rusty rose and ivory hues, its magnificent legacies of art and architecture, and well, its Romans. The sheer depth of the city’s history is so confronting, you can’t help but be swept away by the romance and beauty of it all.

We managed to take on Rome entirely by foot, traipsing from the Coliseum to the Vatican City from our central homebase in Piazza Navona. And we quickly tossed aside any hopes of securing last minute dinner reservations (all non-existent), because there’s truly no bad bowl of pasta in Rome. The cacio e pepe at a sidewalk cafe we stumbled upon in Piazza Navona (called Virginiae) was worth the trip to Rome in itself.

The Vatican, Sistine Chapel, St Peter’s Basilica, Pantheon, and the Coliseum were all well-worth every line and wait. Equally spectacular were the quiet corners we discovered — like Piazza delle Coppelle, overflowing with a flower and vegetable market, or Piazza Caprania, or the bustling Piazza del Parlamento. Grand cafes like Vitti dal 1898 on Piazza San Lorenzo, Roscioli Caffe Pasticceria, and Pasticceria 5 Lune kept us full of pasties and espresso, and introduced us to the formidable and heavenly maritozzo: the traditional Roman pastry.

 
 
 
 
 
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Our on-foot explorations continued down Via Giulia to Campo de’ Fiori and into the Jewish Ghetto; stopping to marvel at Via Portico Ottavia along the way. The antique shops along Via dei Coronari, perhaps the most picturesque road of the old city, were lovely, but the best shopping was found at Chez Dede and in the trendy Monti neighborhood at LOL.

We spent our last evening across the Tiber river in Trastevere, an eclectic, bohemian area originally home to more local, working-class crowds. We threw down pizza at Dar Poeta before admiring the mosaics in the Basilica of Santa Maria and the lesser known church of Santa Cecilia.

the Roman forum, 8AM

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Naples & Ischia


 

The original premise of our first trip to Italy was to connect with my mom’s family in Naples, whom we had never met. In the months leading up to this trip, she sent several letters and photos to the address she had gotten ahold of, but no response came… until one week before we were departing! And so, communicating via their broken English and our nonexistent Italian, we set an evening to meet in Naples.

Exiting the train station felt like we were stepping into a defiantly authentic version of Italy. It was chaotic, dirty, loud, and beautiful. A monumental shift in energy from the northern regions. We wandered along the seafront promenade and to the top of the Castel dell'Ov for views of Mount Vesuvius (one of the most dangerous volcanoes in the world considering the 3 million people living just underneath it). A celebratory reunion with our Italian family followed at Antonia Antonia over platters of arancini, fried zucchini stuffed with ricotta, and the best margherita pizza of our lives!

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There are three islands in the bay of Naples — the glamorous Capri, tiny Procida, and under-the-radar “green island” of Ischia (the largest of the three). Ischia is known for its mineral baths and secluded beaches, and it made for a restful place to soak up our last moments in Italy. We ferried from Naples across the Tyrrhenian Sea to our home: Castelo Aronganese, a towering medieval castle linked to Ischia by a narrow stone bridge.

The fortress is an enormous expanse of 16th-century churches, arches and vaults, prisons, hidden flower gardens and vineyards, and a convent that was recently converted into a hotel. We could have spent the entirety of our few days in Ischia exclusively wandering the castle grounds, but alas, the beaches of Sant Angelo, the cannolis, and the fresh orange juice stands beckoned. On our final day, after a rainy afternoon savoring our last espressos under umbrellas at Spiaggia dei Pescatori, we caught the eye of an older Italian man who beckoned at us to join his family’s gathering on the stone bridge connecting Ischia to the castle. Baskets of homemade pastries and sparking Italian wine flowed alongside stories of Ischia 50 years back, the warmest welcome of complete strangers and a most memorable final evening for my mom and I. Arrivederci, Italia!

 
 

Sydney


 
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Before booking my travels to Australia, I was advised not to devote more than a day or two to Sydney. Check out Bondi, see the Opera House, admire the iconic Sydney Harbour Bridge… then escape to Australia’s more subdued cultural capital of Melbourne. They say Sydney will lure you in with its surface-level sparkle, glamour, and sunshine, but Melbourne will win you over with its depth, livability, and soul (the lack of lethal wildlife favors Melbourne, too). I tossed aside all this advice on a whim, and spent most of my trip far from Sydney’s CBD (central business district, where most tourists stay for proximity to the city’s main sights) — opting to stay in the inner-city, artsy pocket called Darlinghurst. I wouldn’t have done it any other way.

Sydney struck me as a better version of Los Angeles. Unparalleled access to nature, jaw dropping coastline, quirky and diverse neighborhoods, year-round sunshine, vibrant arts scene, and all accessible via ferries and buses and walking. Consider this my love letter to Sydney from 10 days exploring offbeat corners of the city — secret gardens, rocky cliffside ocean pools, art deco bathing clubs, local art exhibits, stunning coastal walks, and institutional coffee shops.

 
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SYDNEY’S OCEAN POOLS

Sydney’s collection of ocean pools (there are 35) is one of its lesser-known claims to fame, and precisely the reason I fell in love with this city. I explored Sydney’s ocean pools with Sydneysiders Alysia and Michael via their Airbnb Experience — if you do one thing in Sydney, make it this.

All the pools have been carved out of cliffs on the surf coast, so waves (along with their resident jellyfish, sea urchins, and occasional octopus) crash over the sides. They were designed for locals to enjoy the pleasures of the beach without the sand, sharks, and riptides that are the reality of Australia, and some date back to the 1800s as the first community facility created for men, women and children to all use together.

 
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We visited five very different ocean pools, working our way up to Sydney’s most famous: Bondi’s Icebergs. I had so much anticipation for the Icebergs, but in the end was so captivated by the smaller, lesser known rock pools that the Icebergs were utterly underwhelming and just didn’t measure up!

Mahon pool

Mahon pool in Maroubra was built in 1932. At 8AM, we missed the early risers and just about had the pool to ourselves. Bluebottle jellyfish filled the surrounding little rock pools — they are easy to mistake for bits of trash (little blue plastic wrappers) but their stings are notoriously painful.

Malabar pool

Malabar Pool was even more peaceful and quiet — just a few locals popped in for their morning workouts while we swam. There’s even an access ramp to the pool deck, so folks who can’t do stairs can still enjoy the seawater pool.

Wylie’s Baths

Wylie’s Baths at Coogee beach is one of Sydney’s oldest and most beautiful ocean pools, and was one of the city’s first mixed-gender bathing pools. Its aesthetic has been called “retro seaside Australiana” — there’s a certain nostalgia to another era, and the whole space resembles a European bath house. For $4.50, there’s a spot for everyone: a kiosk serves up coffee and snacks, families picnic or play board games on the upper deck, and sunbathers lounge on the cement. This was my favorite place.

McIver's baths

Just next to Wylie’s is McIver's baths, built in 1886 as the most private place to bathe in Sydney — it’s still women-only today, and mostly topless, with a large patch of grass to lounge on.

Bronte Baths

Another timeless, beautiful pool, but absolutely packed.

Icebergs

These are the photos that pop up when you research Sydney. The Icebergs is the oldest winter swimming club in Australia. Membership requires swimming 3 Sundays a month for a period of 5 years, winter included. Allegedly, this is the best spot to enjoy sunrise in Sydney… (but I was always at Wylie’s).

 

 

where to wander

 
 

Popping into a city’s most loved boutiques and shops might be the best way to spend day one in a new city — shop owners tend to be some of the most active community members and best sources of local recommendations. Sydney’s inner-city, eastern suburb of Paddington was once a blue-collar working class community and today is a destination for the city’s loveliest boutiques and Victorian architecture.

William Street, Crown Street, and Victoria Street are home to some of the sweetest shops, and Oxford Street (separating Paddington from Surry Hills) has the reputation as Sydney’s best shopping street.

A note about where to eat along the way. Bills is an institution in Darlinghurst, and the friendliest, sunniest spot to spend a morning at their communal table amidst piles of magazines. Bourke Street Bakery and Organic Bread Bar for coffee. For dinner — Cho Cho San for the best Japanese-Italian food, Don Peppino’s for dinner (it was a pop-up in a former nightclub), and 10 William Street for a glass of wine on Paddington’s prettiest street.

 
 
  • In Bed’s flagship store for Australian linens and sleepwear,
    deliberately made to feel like walking into a home, not a store

 

The heart of Sydney’s cultural scene is the Opera House. It was designed by a Danish architect, and its white sail-shaped shells are covered by over a million Swedish-made tiles. Every angle is uniquely stunning, without stepping a foot inside (although I did manage to snag tickets for La Boheme while in town!).

A few steps from the Opera House, Sydney’s Museum of Contemporary Art is free to the public and has an impressive collection by mostly living Australian artists. It was enormously educational about Manus Island (Australia’s detention camp for asylum-seekers), aboriginal history, and featured a giant painting (“Triple Tangle”) by Gemma Smith while I was there. I also loved the contemporary Chinese art at the White Rabbit Gallery in Chippendale (and the dumplings in their tea room..)

Nestled in the botanical gardens, St. George OpenAir Cinema is one of the most spectacular outdoor cinemas (I saw Cold War). There are picnic-style bars and restaurants to gather at before sunset, then the screen rises out of harbour and everyone settles into stadium seats overlooking Sydney’s glowing opera house and bridge.

Another (lesser-known) gem in the summertime in Sydney that’s a quick ferry ride from Circular Quay is Wendy Whiteley's Secret Garden. There’s no signage, which makes finding it even more special. The story goes, when Wendy’s husband passed away, she threw herself into transforming the unused railway land surround her home into an enormous garden, knowing nothing about horticulture and letting aesthetics guide her work.

 

 

Coastal Walks

 
 
 

Isn’t it funny that the most beautiful things in life are also often the most dangerous and painful? This rings so true in Australia: the vast, sandy beaches of northern Queensland, with its sweltering summers, are all off limits to swimmers — teeming with irukandji jellyfish and saltwater crocodiles. Sydney’s coastline is an exception, though. Yes, its funnel-web spiders on land might kill you, but the beaches in New South Wales are relatively safe and well-patrolled. There are dozens of beachside coastal walks and hikes a stone’s throw from Sydney’s CBD.

bondi to bronte

The most iconic 3-mile Sydney cliff walk that winds around all the city’s best surf coves and picnic spots. I started out at Wylie’s instead for a morning swim, and jogged north to Bondi.

spit to manly

Possibly the best introduction to Sydney and its harbours. Take the bus to Spit Bridge, and follow the single track hike through bushland, across aboriginal rock engravings, and next to 6 different swimmable beaches. There’s an alarming concentration of water dragons on the trail, which are absolutely terrifying, but harmless. I timed my hike to land in Manly just in time for a swim at Fairlight Beach and a sunset ferry ride back to Circular Quay.

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North Olympic Sydney Pool

In case the ocean pools aren’t quite captivating enough, Sydney’s North Olympic Pool is a pretty spectacular (jellyfish-free and heated) alternative that overlooks the glittering harbor. The art deco details and old wooden changing rooms date back to 1936, and 86 world records have been set since. The historic charm of this space is refreshing in the midst of a city that is otherwise so polished.

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portugal


Lagos

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I watched Portugal from afar for years — its pristine coastlines, ancient tile-adorned cities, and promises of perpetual sunshine and warm hospitality lured me and the rest of the world in. I started in the south, catching the end of summertime in the Algarve, then headed north to Lisbon and Ericeira, and eventually Porto for the close of autumn.

morning coffee & a swim

morning coffee & a swim

 
 
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My home in Lagos was Casa Mae: an abandoned estate by the sea that’s been transformed into a dream holiday casa. What struck me about Casa Mae is how authentically & thoughtfully Portugese its world is: the furniture, bath products, ceramics, art, and cafe offerings all originate from local artisans, craftsmen, farmers, and winemakers. Their approach to a slow, sustainable (and sunny) life, commitment to the local community, and investment in creative pursuits (offering a winter residency for artists) was a breath of fresh air. Casa Mae is situated in the old town of Lagos, enclosed by 16th century stone walls but steps from the most stunning limestone coastline. I spent my time wandering between Praia do Pinhão, Praia do Camilo, and Ponta da Piedade discovering hidden grottos, cliffs, and rock arches formed over centuries by winter storms, and taking late afternoon dips in the brilliant turquoise but freezing Atlantic sea. October is the dreamiest time to visit Lagos. Still plentiful sunshine and long days, but quiet, empty beaches. Couple that with the region’s vinho verde, the cataplana (fish stew) from Casinha do Petisco, the white-washed piazzas and cobblestone alleyways.. and you have a pretty heavenly place to land :)

 

Lisbon


 
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City of Light

Lisbon is the closest Western European city to Maine. A mere 3,000 mile stone’s throw separates the two Atlantic coasts on a map. Lisbon represented to me the perfect place to settle into: a mecca of golden light with the elegance of Paris (without the price tag), the laidback cafe culture of a seaside town, a layout designed on a human scale, a medieval history that rivals Rome’s, and an immense pride in craftsmanship and tradition.

Lisbon sits atop seven hills overlooking the sea — where the glistening Tejo river meets the Atlantic. It’s hard to believe a devastating earthquake in 1755 flattened most of the city (and left 90,000 Lisboans dead). Today, Lisbon’s steep cobblestone alleys spill out into a rebuilt city: terracotta rooftops and miradouros (viewpoints) and Roman ruins. The Arabic roots here manifest themselves in Lisbon’s mosaic-paved sidewalks, olive oil products, and colorful azulejo (tile) covered facades that refer to an era when Moors occupied the city. And, oh, the light..! There’s an ethereal quality to the light in Lisbon — the sun reflects off the Tejo onto the white limestone buildings and sidewalks, creating a yellowish hue year-round and earning Lisbon the “City of Light” designation.

Hilly Neighborhoods & Rattling Trams

My first homebase in Lisbon was Outsite: a blue and white azulejo-covered coliving and coworking space designed for digital nomads. It was a perfect way to instantly build community and settle into a dedicated workspace. I later moved to my own place, a little attic studio, in Lapa —  a quiet, residential neighborhood that sits atop one of Lisbon’s highest hills and is home to palaces and embassies, Rua da Bela Vista (whose name on the map struck me and did not disappoint), and the beautiful Estrela gardens.  

Each of Lisbon’s neighborhoods has a distinct soulfulness about them, each with its share of crumbling facades and contemporary spaces and energy. There’s the elegant Chiado and Principe Real brimming with chic bars and shops, the bohemian streets of Cais do Sodre and Barrio Alto, and the magnificent piazzas between them all (like Praca do Comercio with its stunning 18th century arcades and mosaic cobblestones). And then there’s the labyrinthine that is Alfama. Lisbon’s “old salty sailor’s quarter” — the real soul of the city. In Alfama, the street is a continuation of the house… locals still might brush their teeth in the neighborhood fountain and gather in cafes as if it were their kitchen. The best place to take in Alfama and its sweeping views over the Rio Tejo is from São Jorge Castle or Miradouro de Santa Luzia. On the other side of Alfama sits the Moorish quarter of Mouraria, historically home to workers and outcasts and now the most multicultural community in Lisbon.

 
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Miradouros & Quiosques

My favorite element of Lisbon. Sprinkled across its hilltops are miradouros, or viewpoints overlooking a sea of terracotta rooftops and the Rio Tejo. My particular favourites: Miradouro de Santa Luzia, Miradouro des Santa Catarina, and Miradouro de Sao Pedro. Often accompanying these miradouros are quiosques — open-air garden pavilions that serve drinks and snacks and the local paper at all hours. These quiosques have been around since the 19th century and embody the European spirit of community spaces and taking a coffee or glass of wine alfresco.

 
 
 
 
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Bica & Bacalhao

This is a controversial statement but I stand by it: the best coffee, olive oil, bread, salami, and cheese I’ve ever had has been in Portugal. On coffee: a bica is a Portugese version of an espresso (a bit smoother than its Italian counterpart) and is a morning and afternoon staple. Outside the quirky open-air quiosques, my favorite spots for a break were Café Boavida, Hello Kristof (dedicated entirely to coffee and magazines), Prado Mercearia, and, for an earl grey tea made with bergamot from Alentejo: Companhia Portugueza do Chá. The best and only accompaniment to a tea or coffee is a pastel de nata: Portugal’s iconic pastry filled with custard and sprinkled with cinnamon. 

Portugal is a mecca for incredible seafood, smoked meats, baked bread, olive oils, and pastries. But here’s a secret: the very best of it all is found in beloved family-run tascas: simple, inexpensive, and probably not listed in any guide book (and therefore filled with locals). Order the pratos do dia, and you’ll end up with a plate of meat and sausages with boiled potatoes and cabbages, or a classic bacalhao dish (salted cod). If you dine at one establishment in Lisbon, let it be Ramiro: this 3-floor casual seafood and beer restaurant has been an institution since the 1950s. Show up mid-afternoon to avoid a wait. I also fell in love with Rua das Flores (cash-only) in Chiado, Água pela Barba, A Cevicheria, Santa Bica, A Provinciana, and Zé da Mouraria. And nothing beats standing at the bar for a braised pork sandwich at Casa das Bifanas.

 
 
 
 
 

Museu Nacional do Azulejo

Perhaps the most iconic way to see the city is via one of Lisbon’s vintage trams in operation since the early 1900s. Hop on the #28 at sunrise and watch the city wake up between Campo Ourique and Martim Moniz, the heart of Alfama. (Or take it at golden hour and land on the terrace at Memmo, even if you’re not a hotel guest… just ask nicely :) The MAAT and Carmo Archaeological Museum are equally compelling destinations. But what struck me most about Portugal was the pride in Portuguese tradition and craftsmanship — as it applies to architecture, olive oils, art, cooking, or hospitality. To appreciate the tilework across Portugal, spend an afternoon at Museu Nacional do Azulejo, housed in a 16th century convent.

 
 
 
 
 
 
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A Cevicheria

A Cevicheria

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Portuguese craftsmanship

  • Casa das Velas Loreto, the the oldest candle shop in the world

  • Claus Porto, luxury vintage soaps

  • Embaixada, a collection of independent shops in a 19th century palace

  • LX Factory, a creative hub with shops, bookstores, galleries, food

  • A Vida Portuguesa for housewares

  • Solar Antiques for antique tiles

  • Mercearia Poço dos Negros for tinned fish, wines, and oils

  • Under the Cover for a curated selection of international magazines

 
 
 
 
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sintra


 
 
 
 
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Ah, Sintra. A one-hour train ride from Lisbon, but a world away in its fairytale setting. Sintra is a beautiful little town in the foothills of the Sintra Mountains, the “Portugese Riviera”. Once a playground for 18th century Portuguese royalty, the area is dotted with magnificent palaces, villas, and castles enveloped by enchanted forests. I’d have liked to spend a week in Sintra, but was only able to devote a day to Pena Palace and getting lost in its surrounding Parque de Pena (designed by King Fernando II as a maze of romantic paths to “enthrall his guests”.) Pena Palace is considered a masterpiece of Portuguese romanticism and is outrageously flamboyant with its bright yellow, purple, pink and red terraces, ornate carvings, gothic spires, and painted tiles. A fantasy-land (especially when you factor in a package of Queijadas da Sapa pastries).

 

ERICEIRA


 

A dreamy city escape to the white-washed surfing & fishing village of Ericeira. Sandstone cliffs, winding
beach paths, platters of olives and cheeses, glasses of local wine, home to Portugal’s national surfing championships.
Sunrises at Praia da Ribeira d’Ilhaus and sunsets at 7 Praias da Baleia and Mar das Latas

 

PORTO


 
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From Portuguese, “Duoro” (d'ouro) translates to "river of gold." Taking in sunset views from the top deck of the Ponte D. Luís bridge, it’s easy to see why… this river, center to the historic port wine trades in the 1600s, reflects golden hues off the tiled, jumbled old townhouses of the Riberia. The town of Gaia lies on the south side of the river from Porto, its waterfront packed with 18th century port wine lodges. (Sweet port wine grapes survive extreme conditions — enduring freezing winters and minimal water or soil; its story of hardship somehow makes port even more delicious.)

While Lisbon’s old town reflects soft pastels with its white limestone and bright tilework, Old Porto’s dark cobbled laneways are mostly made of solemn gray granite. When you layer in the city’s baroque churches, crumbling ancient walls, medieval streets, giant piazzas, and dreary weather, it builds a shabby-romantic allure..

The train from Lisbon dropped me at San Bento train station in a state of downright awe. The 20th century station is Porto’s most exquisite display of 20,000+ ceramic tiles, depicting Portuguese landscapes, battles and transportation history. 

 
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SAO BENTO TRAIN STATION

 
 
 

Igreja do Carmo

 
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rosa et al

My homebase in Porto was the beloved ancient townhouse Rosa et Al in the Cedofeita arts district. It was a tiny world of luxury that perfectly offset Porto’s cold and gray October mood. Rosa et Al’s next door concept shop and coffee shop, Early, became daily drop-ins during my stay. For a more grandiose cafe experience, I treated myself at Majestic: one of the most beautiful cafes in the world (and an inspiration for J.K. Rowling when she lived and taught in Porto!). Formerly the gathering place of the city’s elite, the cafe maintains its glamour of the 20s with ornate wooden-carved vintage mirrors and dangling chandeliers.

I otherwise spent my time in Porto wandering its labyrinth of stone paths, in and out of its blue and white azulejo-paneled churches (like the Igreja do Carmo, Capela das Almas / “Chapel of Souls”, and Igreja de Santo Ildefonso), and through the Palácio de Cristal botanical gardens. I discovered a few treasures to bring home at Mercado Loft, Loja da Burel, and O! Galeria (an incredible print collection), ate very well at Mercearia Flores, Cantinho do Avillez, and Taberna Aduela, and indulged in more than one Francesinha —Porto’s original sandwich filled with ham, linguiça, steak, and covered with melted cheese and a spiced tomato/beer sauce.

 
 
 
 
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wanaka, nz


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Mou Waho Island —

the supremely peaceful island in a lake, on an island, in a lake, on an island, in the ocean.

 
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A sunrise hike up Roy’s Peak, and an afternoon hiking
Diamond Lake & Rocky Mountain.

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haystack


I first heard about Haystack a decade ago. It's situated on an island in Deer Isle, Maine where artists from around the world convene for 2-week immersions in their craft. Residencies and workshops are typically based in clay, glass, metals, paper, blacksmithing, weaving, and woodworking, and throughout the sessions studios stay open 24/7. Every spring, the Maine Crafts Association partners with Haystack to offer a 4 day mini-workshop taught by instructors from Maine. I managed to get off the waitlist just in time to pack my car with ceramic tools and a sleeping bag, and drive 3 hours north!

The view into the ceramics studio from the wraparound porch

The view into the ceramics studio from the wraparound porch

 
 

The campus consists of 34 cedar-shingled studios, dining hall and cabins all designed by a New York modernist architect. The main artery of the campus is a dramatic staircase leading straight to the beach, which branches out to the cabins and studios. I snagged the lofted bed in my cabin, and the privacy made up for the many ladder climbs! There's no heat in the cabins, and I learned the hard way why everyone brings electric blankets and space heaters in May...

 

The ceramics workshop was taught by Jonathan Mess and focused on surface design. Jonathan creates beautiful slabs of texture and color using exclusively reclaimed ceramic materials. As someone who naturally gravitates toward straight lines and neutral palettes, these 4 days were a chance to step out of my comfort zone. Jonathan had us throw every ceramics rule we had learned out the window, and embody the imaginative, playful spirit in us all!

 
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Our group of 15 included textile designers from NYC, carpenters, a nonprofit president, master potters, and a few total amateurs. Because there wasn't time to fire any of our work, there was no pressure to take home a finished piece. Instead, Jonathan's assignment was to create at least 10 test tiles and employ a different surface technique on each, based on the demos he gave throughout the workshop. The goal was to go home with at least 10 new surface design skills you could then apply in your own ceramics practice. 

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surface design

 
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Everyone went in different directions stylistically. I opted to make a series of bowls with different textures and slips, the textile designers produced dozens of simply patterned tiles, one man built a village of wood and ceramic buildings inspired by a storybook, another handbuilt whimsical vases using paper cutouts, and everyone tried their hand at a Jonathan Mess-inspired slab. We stopped working every few hours to learn a new technique: inlay, slip trailing, mashima, sgraffito, bubble glazing, mocha diffusion, marbling, burnishing, wax resist. We drilled into clay, pounded it, pressed seaweed into it, layered it with deflocculated slip, and torched it. Taking the torch to layers of slip created this awesome antique, peeling effect you can see in my test tiles.

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The freezing nights made for very early mornings, but watching the lobster boats fire up and head out to sea as the sun rose wasn't the worst way to start a day. There are beautiful nature trails and swimming holes surrounding Haystack, and in the summer sessions there are lobsterbake dinners and fire pits out here. 

 
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the bell tower

Announcing breakfast, lunch, or dinner to all the campus! All our meals were incredible. A feast of veggies and pies and soups, and giant (ceramic) jars filled to the brim with homemade cookies -- waiting for us at all hours of the night!

 
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In the evenings, there was an instructor slideshow, mini-presentations, and an exhibition reception. Most people spent the evening in their studio, or in the forge (the warmest place on campus). Before we all headed home, we had studio walkthroughs -- essentially show & tell, where everyone gets to explore other studios and see people's creations. This was the absolute highlight, and I was astounded by what people accomplished. 

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the studios:

clay
glass
metals
paper
blacksmithing
fiber
woodworking

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french ridge hut, nz


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My absolute favorite part of New Zealand is its collection of backcountry alpine huts scattered on the island’s most remote mountaintops, impressively maintained by the Department of Conservation. They’re the only accommodation in the world that gives you 5-start views for under $25/night. With Wanaka as my homebase, there was no shortage of tramping options (Kiwi term for backpacking), and my selected was based on a combination of time constraints, weather forecasts, and my poor habit of undertaking adventures I’m not fit enough for. The French Ridge track in the Matukituki Valley and Mount Aspiring National Park is a 24-mile roundtrip journey with 1000m elevation gain. The Department of Conservation rates it an ‘Advanced’ tramping track, which in New Zealand terms is conceivably impossible for mortals like me, but I was convinced nonetheless by a fearless friend Mike who had just returned from a 2-week mountaineering expedition that had ended with a helicopter rescue. For any backcountry trip in New Zealand, a Personal Locator Beacon (PLB) is a non-negotiable. I rented one from the DOC in Wanaka and dutifully strapped it to my waist to serve (if anything) as a psychological security blanket. Studying the map before we set out, the trail looked to entail a 2-3 hour hike through the valley to Aspiring Hut, another 2 hours across the Matukituki Valley to Pearl Flat, a 90-minute vertical tock and tree scramble, followed by another hour of full exposure along the ridge to the hut. A little creative thinking later… and we were fastening mountain bikes to the back of the car and making our way the trailhead at Raspberry Creek.

Part I: Raspberry Creek to Aspiring Hut

Instead of tiring out our legs on the mostly-flat trek into Aspiring Hut, we mountain biked it! Brilliant, right? We thought so, and flying by the fellow trampers en route to French Ridge in that first section was a thrilling start to the adventure. (Though it would be a lie if I said we didn’t get passed back by some of those same hikers on the later sections…) Aspiring Hut is a 33-bunk historic stone hut with walls of windows facing up the mountain, a fireplace, and an unbearable colony of sandflies. Many spend the night here before continuing towards French Ridge or Liverpool huts. We locked up the bikes here, fueled up, and checked in with the hut wardens.

Part II: Crossing the Matukituki Valley

From Aspiring Hut, the track meanders through beech forest then drops us into the Matukituki Valley, surrounded by waterfalls and towering glaciers. Instead of forging through Liverpool stream, we opted to hike a bit further and take the swing bridge. At this point, the track splits to Liverpool Hut or French Ridge — into the forest we went!

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Part III: Rock & Roots Scramble

The part we were most nervous about, and ended up being indisputably the most fun section of the trek. Climbers, not hikers, created the trail, so it’s not too surprising that they swapped out leisurely switchbacks for 3,000 ft in the direction of up. A full body climb ensued, scrambling over exposed rocks and tree roots and propelling ourselves up with the help of branches and tree trunks and sheer force. It was exhilarating and precarious and kept both hands much too busy holding onto dear like than to take any photos. We emerged onto French Ridge proper to outlandishly beautiful views. Across the valley you could make out Liverpool Hut (see left) and its equally fabulous toilet — situated at a bit lower elevation than French Ridge.

 
 
 
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Part IV: Ridgeline to the long-drop toilet of dreams

With the toughest part behind us, we didn’t mind traipsing along this exposed ridge for another hour (peering around every corner in search of that red hut). The first thing to spot was the long-drop toilet perched on a ledge; truly a vision at that point, and easily the most spectacular toilet I’ve ever encountered or had the pleasure of using. We were the second party to arrive at the hut — beat by a team of ultra-marathon runners who were recovering from a recent race. Right. We were joined by more hikers throughout the evenings, some who had already stopped by Liverpool hut, which had run out of free bunks, and decided to sprint over to French Ridge (insanity, if you ask me). With 20 open bunks, everyone had plenty of space. We all celebrated our respective journeys with dinner and hot chocolate and soaked up the last light on Mt. French and the glaciers surrounding us. At 7:45PM, the warden radios into each hut to check that everyone made it and provide the latest weather forecast. Once the sun had set and the dance of pinks and oranges gave way to deep blues and eventual blackness, the stars revealed themselves and treated us to an expansive, spellbindingly beautiful night-sky. The kind you could chase again for an entire lifetime.

 
 
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Most of us rose at sunrise and dragged our sleeping bags up the mountainside to watch the rock faces and glaciers illuminate in front of us. Tough place to say goodbye to. Begrudgingly, by mid-morning we started our descent — the 7 hour rock climb — tramping — mountain bike adventure back to Raspberry Creek. One for the books, I think.

 
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melbourne


Melbourne is Australia’s most European city, and I was drawn to the promise of sunshine, creative communities, general walkability, a lively coffee/cafe culture, and city quirks like hidden laneways and a free tram system. Off the bat, the public walking tour downtown helped to orient me to my new home (and welcome me to the longstanding rivalry between Melbourne and Sydney)… And I will say — over my two month stay in Melbourne, I appreciated the accessibility and informal pervasiveness of art, the staunch resistance towards corporate chains (Starbucks originally opened 75 stores in Australia, and Melburnians quickly put all but 20 out of business so far), and my morning flat whites (there are over 5,000 cafes — baristas are highly trained and talented, and it’s a coveted career choice). But my time here was marked by two scorching heat waves (happiest at 65 degrees, this level of heat can truly take the enjoyment out of exploration… and how dearly I missed Sydney’s ocean pools), plus a realization that the city’s mix of Victorian architecture and modern skyscrapers just doesn’t awe me the way urban centers in Scandinavia and Europe do (probably has to do with the fact that they’re all centuries older than Melbourne). So the Sydney vs. Melbourne verdict is still out for me.

My home here was a spacious, light-filled one-bedroom flat on Flinder’s Lane. Mornings often began before 5AM in this space, as I tried to keep up with colleagues back in the US. Watching as the morning light flooded in through those oversized windows was my favorite part of the day, followed by my daily routine of running downstairs to Duke’s coffee shop for their first pour at 7AM. The apartment dates back to 1898 (originally designed as offices for the British and Foreign Bible Society) and it was renovated beautifully — inspired by traditional Japanese houses and essentialist living. The clever plywood joinery and built-ins and stacks of old magazines and overflowing sunshine and plant life — with the tiny balcony overlooking the Arts Centre — all created such a warm homebase for my time in Melbourne.

 
 
 
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When it wasn’t unbearably hot outside, I ventured to the local weekend running spot: The Tan — just across the river in the botanical gardens. Melbourne’s Royal Botanical Gardens are an expansive, lush oasis the heart of the city, and home to film screenings and theater performance all summer long.

For all the days I couldn’t stand the heat, I dipped into the city’s galleries and museums. The NGV International (National Gallery of Victoria) is Australia's oldest, largest museum and is free to the public! It was here I discovered William Wegman’s hilarious dog portraits, Julian Opie’s walking figures on the streets of Melbourne, and an exhibition on Tablewares from the 1900s that featured the Danish Stelton vacuum jug I had been using and admiring every day in my apartment.

The Love exhibition at the Immigration Museum on Flinder’s street was an unexpectedly heart-warming/breaking interactive display of migration, humanity, friendships and romance. For pieces that shed light on and educate about Australia’s Indigenous people, visit the Koorie Heritage Trust and Flinders Lane Gallery. And for a modern spin on it all, the Heide Museum is a solid day trip out of the city.

The the photo of the surfer to the right was taken at Anglesea Beach. A day trip from Melbourne on the Great Ocean Road with my dear friend Keryn. One of the most stunning beaches I’ve visited.

 
 

eating / shortlist

The culinary scene in Melbourne is nothing short of incredible. Here are my coveted spots that make the 25 hour journey across the world worth it.

  • Cibi — quirky Japanese cafe / plant store / homewares shop

  • City Wine Shop — Italian bistro & chic wine bar / shop

  • Chin Chin — Southeast Asian, worth the wait, however long, if only for the barrachini pork salad

  • Hu Tong Dumplings — for the xiao long bao & wontons with hot chili sauce

  • Queen Victoria Market — Melbourne’s historical 19th century open air market

  • Grub Fitzroy — casual, local secret garden brunch spot

  • Moroccan Soup Bar — spoken menu, best vegetarian food in existence

  • Higher Ground — a bit pretentious, but go for the space

  • Cumulus  — classy, delicious. Eat at the bar.

  • Bowery to Williamsburg — Jewish deli (the halloumi eggplant egg sandwich!)

  • Shandong MaMa Mini — tiny dumpling spot on Bourke (lotus root chips!)

  • D.O.C Pizza — conveniently next to Readings bookstore & Nova cinema :)

 
 
 
 
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Laughing Waters is about an hour by train from Melbourne out by Eltham, and is a series of broad, deep pools separated by small rapids along a reach of the Yarra River. It’s entirely surrounded by native bush (i.e. kangaroos & snakes!).

 
 
 

laneways

In Melbourne, the more obscure and difficult to find a venue is, the better. The adventure in finding these tucked away rooftop bars (like Union Electric and Siglo) and leafy coffee shops and back alleys filled with street art was half the fun. There are over 40 laneways in Melbourne— narrow alleys that originated as service laneways for horses and carts in the mid-1800s! They’re home to the funkiest boutiques and international street art, along with hordes of tourists… Little Bourke and Little Collins are well-trafficked but my favorites to wander down. (And they aren’t nearly as photographed as Hozier Lane).

Of all the shops I popped into, what follows is a narrowed (truly) list of my favorites. In Fitzroy: Obus, Arnsdorf, Kloke, Búl, Assembly, Pepite, Who Invited Her, Kuwaii. (Also worth strolling down Gertrude & Smith streets). Downtown in the CBD: Alpha60, Craft Victoria, Incu, Zomp, The Paperback Bookshop (pick up Paper Sea & WomanKind publications). In Fitzroy Carlton: Readings bookstore, Lygon and Brunswick streets. And in Brunswick: Monk House, Pop & Scott, Mr Kitly, and Abby Seymour jewelry.

 
 

Yarra Valley

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flat whites

I credit the following roasters for cultivating an appreciation for coffee for the first time in my life.

  • Dukes, seen right here — just downstairs from my flat on Flinder’s lane. the best place to start your day and take a few minutes to flip through the paper

  • Market Lane Coffee (a local institution of sorts)

  • Brother Baba Budan

  • Baker D. Chirico (or just go for the bread)

  • Seven Seeds

  • Other favorites, but less frequented: Pellegrini’s (a neighborhood institution), Switch Board Cafe (adorable, just one or two seats), Luna for a croissant, Shambles for a leisurely morning, Federal Coffee (under the arches of Melbourne’s beautiful post office), Brunetti (far too many pastries were had here), Kuura for tea, Vacation (for their grapefruit spritz and espresso soft serve)

 
 
 

Mornington Peninsula

Since reading this account of Victoria’s Mornington Peninsula, I was eager to visit. I would have loved to roadtrip, but alas, didn’t have the confidence to drive on the opposite side of the road. An Airbnb day trip experience had to do. This city escape was so well timed with Melbourne’s heatwaves and my general cravings for the sea. We started out at Arthur’s Seat to take in the views across Port Phillip Bay, and made our way to Bushrangers Bay for a hike. The trek started inland, winding through the bushland and opening right up into the wild, rocky coast. With kangaroo spottings and teeny native birds, if you listen and look quietly. Cape Schanck light house (built from limestone) was another stunner — you can see the wooden path that winds along the peninsula. The Mornington Peninsula is known for its natural hot springs, so we finished the day soaking in geothermal mineral waters at Peninsula Hot Springs :)

 

Great Ocean Road Trip

 
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The day we roadtripped the Great Ocean Road was overcast and a bit dreary — in retrospect, it might have made these landscapes even more striking. The waves a little rougher, the grassy cliffs a bit more vibrant. The Twelve 12 Apostles are actually eight limestone columns rising out of the Southern Ocean, carved and battered over decades by wind and waves. A mile east of the apostles are the Gibson Steps, just as epic a walk down a pathway crossing 300 foot cliffs to the beach.

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Great Otway National Park

In the same way the day’s dreary weather made the Twelve Apostles even more spectacular and vibrant, it transformed the ancient rainforests in the Great Otway National Park into a fairyland. The enormous ferns en route to Beauchamp Falls was complete enchantment. We wandered through California redwood trees on our way out (experimentally planted in 1936), and stopped by the Kennett River to spot native koalas snoozing in the trees above us — closing out perhaps the perfect Melbourne escape I could have dreamed up.

 

catalina island


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Catalina Island might be my favorite place in California.

 
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I don't know if it's the crystal clear aqua waters or pastel desert terrain high in the clouds

We all agreed it's reminiscent of the mediterranean or the rugged coastline of Corsica. 

Of the 8 islands that make up the Channel Islands, Catalina is one of the 5 that allow camping. That said, campsites book up 6+ months in advance. Pro-tip: Check nightly for last-minute cancellations. That's how we managed to snag two stellar campsites in high season!

Catalina Island is a destination for hikers, divers, and sailors. The most popular hike is the Trans Catalina Trail — it's a 5 day strenuous 38 miles on the island's interior. I wasn't as drawn to this because much of it is inland... and what's a 38-mile island hike if not with water views!?  

The most famous inhabitants of Catalina Island are the bison. Rumor has it, a herd of them were dropped here in 1924 for the filming of a wild west film, and were never removed. Now, they multiply and roam freely!

Getting there: The quiet island village of Two Harbors is just a 2 hour ferry from Los Angeles. Upon arrival, we picked up the key to our campsite locker, then hiked 7 miles west to our campsite. Parsons Landing campsite is one of the dreamiest on the island, and accessible only via hike or kayak. After reading loads of reviews on this hike into Parsons Landing, we opted to take the more scenic, flat road right on the water instead of the steep, shorter, interior path. We passed a smattering of little harbors like Emerald Bay, beachside villages, and camps, and raced the sunset to descend upon Campsite #2 just after golden hour. 

 
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The second time we visited Catalina Island, we headed to Little Harbor campsite, this time 7 miles east of Two Harbors.

Little Harbor is the only campsite on the remote “backside” of the island, and campers can either hike 3 hours in or ride the 20 minute Safari Bus. We stayed at campsite #14. A much rowdier Saturday scene than Parsons Landing, but an arguably more spectacular hike in. 

The hike was tough. The four of us were the most amateur hikers out there, with running sneakers, never-used camping gear, and limited water supplies... But we survived and it was the most scenic hiking I've ever done winding through narrow seaside trails through the clouds!

We woke up to sunshine, a view of sea from the tent,
and no other campers in sight.

Hard to beat. To catch the late ferry back to Los Angeles (reluctantly), we hiked back to Two Harbors
under midday sun and treated ourselves to giant ice cream sundaes!

The sunset ferry ride home passed through Avalon -- the chic, cultural center of the island.
Avalon is allegedly worth a day trip from Los Angeles. 

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On Sunday, Little Harbor completely cleared out and we were left to our own devices (and kayaks!). The kayak trips from this little cove ended mostly underwater, but the water was the clearest, most refreshing temperature so it's no complaint. We spent hours out here, leisurely switching between sun baths and ocean baths. This time around, we opted to take the safari bus back to Two Harbors to catch the ferry. Still deserving of giant ice cream sundaes, though. I'd go back in a heartbeat to this blissful escape from LA. A few days of sunshine, sweat, and saltwater are a purifying combination any time of year.

COPENHAGEN


 

If Stockholm is Europe’s “crown jewel”, then Copenhagen is its freer, nonchalant younger sister. Understated and elegant, this design capital lived up to my every expectation. While uniformity seemed to pervade every facet of life in Stockholm (race, dress, aesthetic, societal norms), there’s an element of diversity and grittiness in Copenhagen that was refreshing. Though it’s possible to get a handle on the city’s layout in just a day or two, the city feels expansive if you explore the off-beat outer neighborhoods.

The best urban element of Copenhagen is that bikers and pedestrians rule the streets. The city is designed around them. But what struck me most about Copenhagen’s buildings and cobblestone streets as I wandered by foot, bike, and bus was the mingling of old with new, of classic design with contemporary lines, of preservation and history with progress, of streets lined with muted greys and shades of beige followed by corners of bright red and yellow homes. That contrast is everywhere, and part of what makes the city such a desirable place to call home.

 

frama & oliver gustav

Copenhagen’s Nyboder District, known for its rows of miniature ochre-colored cottages that formerly served as barracks for the Royal Danish Navy, is home to perhaps my favorite Scandinavian design studio: Frama. I discovered Frama in Stockholm, and was eager to check out their headquarters and studio store in Copenhagen.

Frama’s design pieces “focuse on natural materials, simple geometry and a general appreciation of permanency.” I am so drawn to this. Its home in an old 19th century pharmacy filled with wood, plaster, metal, and marble feels just right. I had been eyeing their Fundament brass candle set for months, and managed to snag their used floor set at a steep discount. The specs of oxidization and tarnish from their use in Copenhagen’s studio make the set even more precious to me.

Oliver Gustav is another space I loved, recommended by the team at Frama. His boutique and design studio has a more earthy and monochrome style, but is supremely peaceful to wander through.

 
 

passageways & curves

Copenhagen is a city inspired by light and water. These were recurring themes in the architecture, from the grandest church to the tiniest passageways and hidden courtyards. Curved staircases and arched tunnels and spectacular light-filled historic buildings might be the strongest memory of my entire visit. The following passageways aren’t easy to find, but the adventure is in the search: Pilestraede 45 (look for the shop Heartmade), Pilestraede alley, and Kolstergangen.

The Rundetårn observation tower is easier to find, and just as captivating. I spent more time in the winding, white-washed Spiral Walk than I did at the top of the observatory overlooking the city. The round tower was built in the 17th century, the spiralling brick corridors used to transport horse-drawn wagons dragging heavy equipment. A decent bus ride out of the city, Grundtvig's Church is well worth the journey. It was built with 6 million yellow bricks in honor of Danish priest, poet, and reformer who preached “human first, Christian second”.

 
 
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Nyhavn

Nyhavn, the waterfront and canal district lined with colorful townhouses, is an iconic place to explore. The misty, quiet fall mornings before the shops and cafes all open is the best time to wander by foot here. Generally, navigating Copenhagen was a joy. It takes a day or two to master the train and bus system and bike paths, but then the city is all yours. I was taken aback by the ticketing process for public transit, though — you’re supposed to buy tickets, but they aren’t not required to access the train, and are checked at random. (So why buy one? If you’re that lucky rider who gets caught without a ticket, you’ll be fined the equivalent of hundreds of dollars.)

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Louisiana Museum of Modern Art

About 40 minutes north of Copenhagen, set on the Danish coast, is the Louisiana Museum of Modern Art. Named after the original property owner who had three wives named Louise, the museum is now a renowned balance of stunning landscape and modern art. I loved the Giacometti sculptures, the Moon exhibition, and the portraits of female fighter pilots from WWII.

Frederiksberg

I stumbled upon Assistens Cemetery in Frederiksberg accidentally. (This burial site in the midst of the city is so beautiful; there’s even a section devoted to homeless people to give them a dignified resting place.) It’s a calming green space to walk through, and an introduction to the upscale neighborhood. Coffee Collective’s best location is here.

Christiania

Freetown Christiania, Copenhagen’s anarchist commune, is home to about 1,000 hippies — they fly their own flag, use their own currency, and are governed by their own rules. Off of Pusher Street, this neighborhood is colorful and quiet. For homemade, vegetarian fare and the best people watching, have lunch at Morgenstedet.

eat & drink

Working east coast hours in Europe meant mornings free to explore, and mid-week lunches at the very best spots without the crowds. Admiralgade 26 stands out as one of my favorite dining experiences. It’s tucked away on an unassuming corner in Indre By, and I guarantee you’ll never want to leave. Another lovely cafe to linger at is Atelier September — the space and menu are inspired by traditional Japanese cuisine, and their avocado-topped rye bread has a well-earned reputation. Check out the concept store in the back.

Instead of seeking out Nordic cuisine, I found myself at the city’s best Italian and French restaurants: Spaghetteria for their fixed menu (6 antipasti dishes, 2 pasta dishes, dessert), Baest for the (actual) best pizza of my life (still dream of that stracciatella), and hidden French spot Beau Marché for candlelit coffee on a rainy morning.

Apollo Kantine is a unique concept: students and workers can eat here cheaply, cafeteria-style, and the general public is also welcome to the dish of the day. The stalls at Torvehallerne (specifically the porridge at GRØD) and the ambience at Manfreds were other highlights. For a cup of coffee and a bowl of hazelnut milk porridge, bike over to Noma’s sister restaurant 108.

Located at the very end of the peninsula of Refshaleøen, set just next to the sea, is La Banchina. It’s a 16-seat shack-style restaurant and wine bar with a wood-fired sauna and docks for sunbathing and summer dips.

 
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Hotel Sanders

For my last weekend in Copenhagen, I negotiated a stay in the Coupé room at Hotel Sanders. The hotel is owned by a former dancer for the Royal Danish Ballet, and I had read about his vision for the space. The Coupé room is thoughtfully designed specifically for the individual traveller and every detail is considered.

what to bring home

Strøget is one of the longest pedestrian streets in Europe and is situated just next to a tangle of charming, cobblestone streets teeming with lovely boutiques and lifestyle shops.These were my favorites:

Another Nué and Nori Nori for a curated selection of Danish and international brands (where I discovered Totême)
Sur le Chemin for timeless, sustainable pieces
Norse Store for understated essentials
Stilleben, a Scandinavian lifestyle shop with beautiful original wall prints and bed linens
Wood Wood for streetwear (and amazing jeans)
Tortus to admire Eric Landon’s ceramics studio and recent creations
Keramik & Glasværkstedet, where four Danish artists showcase their porcelain, clay, and glass products
Dansk Made for Rooms, a gorgeous Danish lifestyle and homewares shop
Rains for iconic Danish rainwear
Hay House full of funky, inventive furniture for sale (pick up one of Richard Woods hand-painted stoneware mugs)

 
 

A few spots on my list for next time: House of Finn Juhl, Botanisk HaveMangia, The Apartment, Ved Stranden

Stockholm


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I’ve always romanticized Scandinavia. A land where biking is everyone’s primary mode of transportation (no matter their age), urban design mixes 13th century ruins with clean, modern lines, indoor spaces invite you in with candles and hygge, and you wouldn’t dare take an hour of sunshine for granted. Healthcare and education are treated like basic human rights. Seasonal, fresh nordic cuisine is pervasive, and people are the most active and happy in the world.

Stockholm appealed to me most as a city to call home: it was built on 14 islands, all connected by 57 bridges, and is surrounded by an archipelago of islands that remind me of home. The city seems to exude elegance and sophistication, and is the perfect size to explore on foot. In my time there, I covered just about every corner of the city on foot — setting out every morning with a new island as my destination, crossing bridges and hopping ferries along the way. It’s so difficult to condense my experience into a few words or photos, so I’ll just highlight my very favorite things in and outside the city.

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Home base was a 400-year-old apartment in Gamla Stan shared with a lovely Swedish family: Chandra works as a product designer, her husband as a chef and owner of the oldest fish deli in the city. Gamla Stan, the oldest little island of the city, is the heart of Stockholm and located right in the middle of it all. Ten minutes walk south lands you on the bohemian island of Södermalm where the best coffee shops and independent boutiques live; ten minutes the other direction lands you in the posh city center of Östermalm.

But Gamla Stan, the Old Town and one of the best preserved historic districts in Europe, is where the magic is… Where a maze of cobblestone streets leads to 13th-century meeting squares and green parks. Where golden yellow, rusty pink, and orange-hued facades are crammed next to each other, stacked with oversized windows and framed by antique lanterns. (When winter days offer a measly 5 hours of sunlight, you don’t skimp on windows.)

 
 
 
 
 
 

COLORS

I spent my first few weeks in Stockholm wandering without my camera, marveling at the earthy color palette of the city and the way the light bounced between the narrow alleyways. Many of the buildings in Stockholm are shades of yellow, the pigment produced as a byproduct of the copper industry. Cinnamon red, olive green, beige, gold, and gray are just as pervasive and seem to reflect the uniformity of Swedish culture.

Every corner of Stockholm just felt so… considered. It’s human-scale city planning. Designed for pedestrians and for bikes as a form of transportation, not recreation. The densest neighborhoods are criss-crossed with tiny garden houses and quiet paths leading to beautiful cafes.

As someone who’s decidedly navigationally-challenged and prefers walking to figuring out public transportation (even if it’ll take four times as long…), Stockholm’s subway system, the tunnelbana, is a dream.

the tunnelbana is the world's longest art installation

Of the 100 stations, 90 are filled with mosaics, sculptures, installations, and paintings, with a noted focus on environmental issues and women’s rights. That said, walking was still my go-to form of transportation. Some of my favorite peaceful spaces around the city were:

Skeppholmen, the smallest and greenest island
Humlegården-Östermalm park 
Mariatorget in Sodermalm
Brannkyrkagatan street, with the view of Pyssgrand
Skinnarviksberget and Monteliusvägen cliff path
Tantolunden park, specifically the allotments gardens dotted with tiny wooden cottages

 
 
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fika

Swedes relish their coffee. But the concept of a Swedish fika isn’t about the coffee. It’s about stepping away from work and responsibilities, taking time to savor something sweet and sip something warm, and socializing. Cafes in Stockholm are devoted to this practice and are designed for you to get comfy and stay a while — not grab and go. I love this.

Rosendals Trädgård

My absolute favorite place in the whole city for a fika was Rosendals Trädgård on Djurgarden, a 25 minute walk from Gamla Stan. Rosendals is one enormous garden encompassing greenhouses, vegetable fields, an orchard, rose garden, vineyard, wood oven bakery and cafe, all with sustainable, biodynamic farming practices. Their garden cafe is located in one of the greenhouses, and serves up the most beautiful pastries, soups, and sandwiches. You can cut your own bouquets of flowers in the garden, and enjoy lunch outside in the orchard. While on Djurgarden, don’t miss the Vasa Museum to see the incredible warship that sank in the middle of Stockholm in 1628, was salvaged 300 years later, and has been restored to its original state.

 
 
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My other favorite fika spot, a bit off the beaten track, was Gamla Orangeriet Bergianska, an old orangery located in the Bergius Botanic Garden. The grounds are so peaceful to wander through and include an insanely enormous water lily. My other noteworthy cafes around the city include:

Lillebrors Bageri in Vasastan for the very best kardemummabullar in the city (I went back for a second immediately after finishing my first)
Snickerbacken 7
Johan & Nyström
Fabrique, a traditional wood-fired bakery with locations all over the city 
Bageri Petrus in Södermalm for the kanelbulle
Kaffeverket for the gorgeous space and healthy options
Bröd & Salt for the almond rolls (my daily indulgence)


The archipelago

Stockholm’s archipelago is an expanse of over 20,000 islands reaching into the Baltic Sea. The rocky coastlines, deep blues of the sea, and vast forests of pine trees seemed like a straight replica of Maine’s own coastline. If it weren’t for the classic red cottages sprinkling Sweden’s landscape, it would be hard to tell the difference. We opted to ferry a few hours out to Grinda, known as the bathing paradise of Stockholm. It was only after we disembarked with our (3?) fellow ferry riders that we realized just how remote we were, and just how… little there is to do on Grinda. A full circuit on the island by foot takes a solid 30 minutes, so we covered that twice over before settling in for the other main activity: eating. Grinda Wärdshus offered us 3 types of herring and a hearty dish of potatoes and lingonberries, with sea views to boot. I suppose that’s what island life is all about…

city sights

Some of my favorite city spots around Stockholm were also the least expected: Fotografiska, Stockholm’s museum of photography, hosted a compelling exhibition of Swedish photographer Lars Tunbjörk and photojournalist Paul Hansen on global health and hygiene. Climbing the tower at City Hall on Kungsholmen offered my favorite city views, and the City Library with its 360-degree tower of books is the place to spend a rainy day. A bit out of the city, Skogskyrkogården woodland cemetery is a stunning UNESCO World Heritage Site — I spent all morning here wandering underneath the tunnels of pine trees.

Eating

My most memorable meal in Stockholm, hands down, was at Woodstockholm in Katarina-Sofia. The owners transformed their furniture showroom into a tiny bistro outfitted with community-style tables and a handful of handmade bar seats. It a cozy, sunbathed, laidback space outfitted with community-style tables. I stumbled upon it just before the dinner rush and managed to snag a coveted bar seat. Fast forward three courses and a few drinks, and everyone at and behind the bar felt like family.

Another very special dining experience in Stockholm is at Ett Hem, a private residence-turned-boutique hotel surrounded by leafy courtyard gardens in Östermalm. I didn’t have a chance to stay at Ett Hem as a guest, but managed to sneak in for a decadent lunch in their kitchen followed by an afternoon soaking up the space’s nooks and crannies and piles of books.

In Gamla Stan, I took full advantage of living a stone’s throw from a few gems. Grillska Huset has a secret courtyard / rooftop that might be the loveliest in all of Stockholm to sit and read. Stiernan is a few alleyways away and serves up the best ramen in town, and Matgatan 22s grilled halloumi salads still make my mouth water. For possibly the most romantic, tucked away restaurant in all of Stockholm (it’s French, of course), find Pastis. Order the beef bourguignon. For inventive Nordic food, reserve a spot at Kagge. The best part of dining in Gamla Stan is that Stampen is right there — a 17th century tavern with live jazz and blues music every night.

I admittedly tend to favor restaurants based on their atmosphere, not on the food they serve… But I promise these last three picks are satisfying on both accounts: Pelikan has a gorgeous art deco interior and serves traditional Swedish food; Oljebaren is another cozy French bistro in Vasastan; Cafe Pascal is a bustling, local spot renowned for its coffee, and Nytorget 6 in Södermalm can’t be missed.

 
 
 

As one of the best design cities in the world, Stockholm’s shopping scene did not disappoint. I managed to stuff a suitcase-worth of knitwear, skincare, lingonberry jam, sardines, salty licorice, and a growing collection of brass candle holders for my trip home (my suitcase zipper actually broke). Below is a little compilation of my favorite places to find considered, Scandinavian homewares, linens, ceramics, clothing, skincare products, and gifts, all backed by my extensive (seriously… extensive) research :)

Granit & Designtorget for a more innovated and curated version of Ikea
Erika Petersdotter’s ceramics
Filippa K, Riddargatan 12, Whyred, and Acne for womenswear
Betón for non-toxic, slow fashion children’s clothes
L:A Bruket for wild rose hand lotion and jumbo-sized lip balm
Byredo for a unisex fragrance (& free samples!)
Stutterheim for a classic Swedish raincoat or John Sterner knitwear
E Torndahl AB for Victoria Lanolin egg-white facial soap 
Tambur for the most beautiful toothpaste, kitchenware, and linens
Iris Hantverk for her handmade brushes and textiles
Grandpa for trendy Scandinavian homewares and clothing
Papercut for the best selection of print media
Dry Studio for Framas Sandalwood lotions
— The Hotorget flea market for antique brass candle holders

 
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The impression I was left with from my time in Stockholm was that the city, at its very core, embodies sophistication, sustainability, and simplicity.
The result is a refined sensibility that I find so beautiful. I’m already scheming ways to get back…

Île de Ré & Bordeaux


It took 2 flights, a 2.5 hour high-speed TGV ride, 2 taxis, and a series of 3 buses to reach the northern tip of Île de Ré, a little island off the west coast of France. But the wearying journey made the arrival even sweeter. We came for the wedding of a dear French friend marrying her American sweetheart, and spent 4 full days on the island. 

Île de Ré is made up of small villages and harbors, each with distinct character but all with at least one patisserie, bike shop, and cluster of 19th century terra-cotta-roofed, whitewashed stone cottages. Our home in Saint Clement des Baleines was a warm haven of natural stone walls, wooden floors, white linens, and a flowering patio... it was sublime. Biking is the best way to zigzag between the island's salt marshes, beaches, and harbors — our Airbnb even repurposed the wine cellar for bike storage. 

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Saint Clement des Baleines

The wedding took place in a re-purposed greenhouse overlooking the salt marshes, and was an absolute dream (complete with fresh oysters and foie gras). We drank and toasted and danced until the wee hours! Apart from the festivities, we spent the rest of our island time bathing in sunshine, biking across salt marshes and through fields of wild poppies, sampling all the pastries at the local patisserie, and wandering the 200 year-old market in La Flotte (mmm those fleur du sel caramels).
[Note: The venue photos are not my own!]

 
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We gathered the day following the wedding for a picnic at La Cabane des 3 Cailloux. We lounged, swam, practiced our French, and devoured overflowing cups of mussels.
There's no better combination than salty air, fresh seafood, warm sand, and old friends.

 
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Saint Martin

Saint-Martin-de-Ré, the island's central port, might be my favorite harbor on the island. Although the restaurant terraces fill up at night with tourists eating ice cream cones and drinking wine, there's still something authentic and charming about it all — the liveliness, the winding cobblestone streets, and the weathered buildings. The best part of Saint Martin is the quiet streets surrounding the harbor, where you can get lost in a maze of hollyhocks and blue shutters. Saint Martin is actually a UNESCO World Heritage site, and the local council gets away with prohibiting overhead cables and new construction. They also mandate that shutters be painted one of 16 shades of blue and green. 
Cheerful hollyhocks line every street on the island:

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A farewell to the bride Marie and her father, and a peek into Marie's grandmother's home!

 
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La Couarde

After most of the wedding party left for Paris, I opted to stay on the island a bit longer in the central, tiny village of La Couarde. Deemed the quaintest town on the island, it was smack in the middle of a maze of bike paths, vineyards, and salt marshes — a healthy 25 minute bike ride away from the larger towns (with salt shacks and oyster cabanes dotting the path, just in case you do need a break). La Couarde is also home to its own long, sandy beach tucked behind the dunes. I stayed at Hôtel Le Vieux Gréement, a stone's throw away from one of the best seafood restaurants on the island: La Cabine de Bain. I ordered for two.

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bordeaux

Traveling from Île de Ré to Bordeaux required another combination of (frantic) public buses and cars. It was my first experience with BlaBlaCar, and was mostly successful (besides falling asleep in the backseat. not the most helpful or interesting passenger right here). I made it to Bordeaux by noon, and checked into my room at L’Hôtel Particulier Bordeaux. Of the entire vacation, this is where I treated myself. I stayed in the Pessac Leognan guestroom and felt like I was living in an 18th century French fairytale. I fell in love with the sky high ceilings, marble fireplace, and original moldings. And private patio! If I did it all over again, I'd stay here at least 3 nights and spend more of my time in the room instead of out exploring (it's that beautiful). 

With one day to kill in Bordeaux, I squeezed in as much as I could:

— Climb the 229 steps to the top of the Pey-Berland tower (built in year 1500 and separated from the Cathedral in order to support the giant tenor bell)
— Wander around Palais de la Bourse
Visit the Miroir d'eau, the world's largest reflecting pool that erupts into knee-high mist at certain intervals all summer
— Daydream in the Jardin Public
Walk down Rue Sainte-Catherine, the longest pedestrian street in France (teeming with tourists, not recommended) 
— Try a canelé, Bordeaux's specialty pastry
— Refuel on les gaufres avec chantilly (whipped cream-topped waffles) off the street and hazelnut ice-cream

 
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Bordelais dinner for two ♥

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mammoth lakes


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The Mammoth Lakes region of California is a stunning hiking, biking, and skiing destination nestled in the sierra nevada mountains. It's a bit of a trek from Los Angeles for a long weekend, but the scenic drive alone made the road trip well worth it. This past September, we drove the 5 hours from Los Angeles through spectacular thunderstorms, passing signs for the sequoias and death valley along the way. 

We stayed at the the cozy Alpenhof Lodge, where guests feel like family and the entirety of Mammoth town is within walking distance. I spent our first afternoon map in hand, walking a loop trail around the nearby lakes. The weekend was devoted entirely to hiking around the lakes, soaking up mountain vistas and abundant wildflowers, and taking the plunge into freeezing Crystal Lake!

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Yosemite National Park is a quick jaunt from Mammoth, and we managed to make a day trip of it. We took the stunning June Lake Loop, stopped to explore Mono Lake and made our way along Tioga Pass Road, the high elevation pass that crosses Yosemite. 

Mono Lake is over a million years old & Saltier than the sea.

That makes it one of the oldest lakes in North America. Creeks flow off the mountains into the lake, but since there's no outlet for the water, salt builds up as the lake water evaporates. The resulting ecosystem is filled with 2 things: shrimp and flies. Photographers come from wide and far to see the strange tufa towers (the white tower formations you can see in my photo) and observe the millions of birds who come feast on the shrimp & flies every year. Yum.

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Yosemite National Park

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Almost a million years ago, a massive volcano erupted in the region, creating a network of natural mineral-filled hot springs! They're all just a few miles outside Mammoth Lakes, down a long dirt road, Benton Crossing Road. The man-made tub we found was outfitted with a valve that allows you to control the hot water. We had the place entirely to ourselves for a good soak, before a friendly caravan of Burning Man travelers rolled through and joined us. The only thing that admittedly creeped me out was lowering myself in without being able to see the bottom of the tub... I kept thinking there might be dead creatures down there..

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Our last stop in the Eastern Sierras was the Hot Creek Geologic Site: where all the hot springs collide into a mineral-rich bright turquoise pool. 

The temperate of the springs can fluctuate 200°F in a matter of seconds. 

Swimming is prohibited... It took 14 people dying before the springs and the stream were roped off. I was amazed by the unnatural, brilliant color of the springs, created when underground magma reaches the surface and mixes with cooler waters.

 
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joshua tree


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 Pappy & Harriet's

Don't miss it. It's the only restaurant in town, and features live music every night.  

Back in the tipi for the night, it was a little less glamorous after the temperature drop... We bundled up in all our layers (hats, gloves, all the socks), and tried our best to fall asleep with the wind howling outside (praying that rattlesnakes wouldn't slither under the covers with us).

 

 

 

It's only a 2 hour drive from Los Angeles into the depths of the Mojave Desert, to the land of Joshua trees. We packed the car with gallons of water, snacks for days, tea cups and matches, prepared to really rough it.... Only to arrive at an absolute sanctuary in the desert. Welcome to Camp Temenos!

A massive tipi complete with a stocked mini-fridge, king-size bed, fire, grill, and nearby heated bathroom filled with essential oils and glowy candles! Our lovely host Karen insisted we experience nearby Pioneertown, which houses the remnants of a 1940s Hollywood film set / deserted (ha ha) Wild West town.

 
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Walking as far as we dared through rattlesnake, black bear, mountain lion territory...

 

 

 

80° sunny days /
30° freezing nights

I had never experienced such an extreme climate before (you truly have to pack for all the seasons). Nothing that a campfire breakfast can’t help with, though :)

los angeles


 
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Rolling Greens / plant heaven

Rolling Greens / plant heaven

 

springtime in La

When mom flies into Los Angeles from Maine in early May, sunshine is first on the agenda. After that, it's eating, biking, walking, and hiking our way through the city.

We strolled the Venice canals, brunched at the Butcher's Daughter, drank at Catch and EP & LP, biked the beach trail from Santa Monica to Venice, lunched at Gjusta, and basked in all the bougainvilleas.

 
 

A trip to LA would not be complete without splurging on a big mec, croque monsieur and paris-brest at French bistro Petit Trois:

 
 
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Our 24-hours-in-Santa Barbara itinerary included a Spanish brunch on Loquita's patio, biking all over town (from Butterfly beach to the Mesa), catching live music at Cold Spring Tavern, and grabbing burgers & brews at the Gilded Table by the Funk Zone.

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Escaping LA for Santa Barbara

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A loop through Runyon

A loop through Runyon


 
 

Other noteworthy activities while my mom was in town: We refinished our (free!) Craigslist butcher block table! Pictures don’t do justice to how satisfying it was to scrape off those years of grime. It looks brand new, and gave us a renewed obsession with our breakfast nook.

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