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.
A satisfying crunch into the gluten free, grainy tostada was echoed with that of the refreshing coleslaw and balanced by the soft, chewy coconut meat (the perfect alternative to real animal flesh), followed by the smokey heat of the roasted tomatillo which was then cooled by a cascading waterfall of the creamy, cashew queso and finally climaxed and subdued with the indulgence of the fatty, viridescent crescents of the perfect California avocado.
The homey restaurant, which is dominantly comprised of a large patio area and an Australian style wrap around deck, habitually hums with the warm, maternal energy of its cooks and waitresses- local Balinese women whose infectious laughter fills the open-aired space with the delightful wafts of eggs, brewing coffee, garlic aioli toast and citrusy tonics.
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.
In Italy, coffee is notoriously recognized as an art form. Its essence is crafted through the skilled hands of the baristas and breathed in by consumers like religion. On the corner of one of Florence’s quaint side streets lies a cafe whose brews hold no exception.
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.
Beautiful, tasteful and elegantly understated, the calming clean blues and whites of this resort compliment and mimic its surrounding color palette of the ocean and sky. Situated on the North East side of the island, Seri Resorts boast the facilities and views for the perfect getaway.
Tucked away down a quiet alley, off the hustle and bustle of a main road in Siem Reap, lies the tranquility and peace of a safe haven and jungle sanctuary you can call home.
Down a quiet side street, away from the colorful, overstimulating, overwhelming and fantastically strange sounds and smells of the city and just around the bend from the Democracy Arch lies a welcoming locale which you can call home during your stay in capital of the “Land of Smiles.”
It’s 11:30 am on the start of my second day in Bangkok and surprisingly, I have no jet lag [...] In the meantime, before braving the 98 degree midday sun and almost suffocating in the humidity to finally break out my camera, I thought I’d jot down some of my most prevalent thoughts from my first 24 hours in the city.
Adorned with the iconic pastel colored palette of pinks, greens and mustards, Wes Anderson’s Bar Luce is a wonderful step into the past and tribute to the infamous films of the iconic American director and producer.
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.
Now before you start to say “well you were drunk, weren’t you? So it’s on you,” or “maybe you should be more careful” or “well it’s Italy, it’s bound to happen sometime- it’s like a right of passage there” (although that one could be true)- hear me out.
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.
"... the surfers adorned in black wet skins brave the cold January waters, frolicking in the high tides like seals."
Summer House is a quaint, homey restaurant, just off the East Coast Highway, with a laid back beach cottage vibe and delicious entrees. Their menu consists of American dishes with a healthy, southern California twist.
Mamma mia is it a beautiful site. I am sure I can recommended it for canoeing or swimming in the summertime, but even wrapped up in a scarf and gloves in the frigid winter air, it was a spectacular site worth seeing.