The fireball of Balinese sun was slowly beginning to retire to her slumber, simmering out over the lush greenery of the tiny Indonesia village I was in. I watched the sun as I wandered through the broken roads— her rays intertwined with the burnt orange of the ornate, shrine-like residences that reached into the sky...

Ah beautiful, bountiful, fresh aired Boulder- the epitome of health and fitness, all wrapped into the perfect little package that has been loving adorned “The Boulder Bubble.” With a plethora of outdoor activities and 5 star dining locales, it can be hard to decide on which ones to choose first!  So if you only have time for a quick day trip, here are some of the top picks for your visit to this mountain gem. 

The Seeds of Life is a raw food cafe, restaurant and tonic bar located in the beautiful, healing and rolling hilled oasis of Ubud, Bali. If that’s not reason enough for you to get on the next flight to Denpasar, let me give you 5 reasons why the food at this healthy haven will make you want to.

Sorry mom. I’d love to pretend all my Sunday mornings start at 7 am after an hour of hot yoga followed by a tall, refreshingly cool glass of green juice (and some really do!). Alas, I am undoubtedly and devilishly human sometimes- (more often than not) and so, this particular Sunday began with a breakfast of buttery eggs, salty sausage patties and crispy, oily, golden brown hash browns. And by breakfast I mean 2 o'clock in the afternoon. ‘Kay love you.

I watched, intrigued as fire spat into the faces of the chefs who dowsed the feisty woks with water and sauces. Simultaneously, they pulled and cracked eggs from a stack of crates into the wide mouths of the woks, throwing their shelled remains into neighboring trash cans.

High up, above the bustling city and medina of Marrakech, in the winding curves of the Atlas Mountains lies a small welcoming town where even the most foreign come together to honor a time old tradition.

The grand, seasoned Italian kitchen was dowsed in that lazy, late-morning type of light. Fresh air poured in from the garden; quietly streaming in past the bright, blue door we’d left propped open, letting in the first breaths of early spring.

There's an exciting buzz and waft of the various forms of chocolate, as I enter the Salon du Chocolat 2016 in Milan, Italy. I can hear songs from Tim Burton's Willy Wonka chiming somewhere from the first station on the right and smile to myself as I hand the suited gentleman my ticket. 

Already missing and reminiscing about those doggy dog days of summer? Me too. I do love fall, but sometimes when I'm all bundled up, I think about sitting in lush green fields, sipping a coffee or juice and wandering the crowds at local summer markets.