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...
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.
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.
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 is something about the way the light falls, like wispy, energetic flashes of sunlight across the canvas of the candy-colored, faded buildings of the old cities; scattered amongst the abundant greenery, and cascading, through the old vines amongst the yellowing leaves of fall.
...there is something incredibly relaxing to me, about being suspended 30,000 feet in the air, free from the shackles of modern day technology and the expectation and pressure to be constantly connected and available through various devices at all times.
As comes with most family events and holidays, a wave of chaos often supersedes any hopes for a calm, traditional and enjoyable family meal. But somehow, we are endeared all the same, and still seem to migrate home for the holidays to indulge in the dysfunction of it all again and again.
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.
Wow. This dessert was probably one of the most sophisticated and delicious dishes I have ever tasted. The depth and dynamic of the layered flavors, textures and tastes - the description pretty much said it all. I am drooling just writing about it!
The sky was clear and crisp, accompanied by beautiful, pillowy, white clouds, amidst the clean blue-blue air. It was a refreshing landscape in comparison to the hustle and bustle of my home-base in Milan.
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