And the clock is a-ticking! Cliche “before you turn 30” lists have been made. Expensive face creams have been bought. And yes, obsessing over the my age since turning 26 years old has essentially turned me into a vain, nut job.
Ah, Paris. The City of Light. A creative harbor filled with artistic expression and decadent delights. The first time I came to Paris, I was nearly 24 years old. It was long overdue at that point. Building up to my expectation of Paris, I imagined cafes, sipping wine and nibbling on cheese, sexy accents, artists, gardens, fashion, decor and rich culture in every corner.
Some of us are captivated by old-world beauty. Perhaps it's the facades of Italian 19th-century buildings which still shine with gold, peach, lemon, orange, melon pink and earthy reds. Or the prominent town cathedral that sits on a lofty pinnacle overlooking the ethereal Mediterranean. Or the ancient Roman/Greco footpaths that lead up to the mountains which tower over the village with an ever-constant blanket of thick clouds. My heart isn't swayed by the riches of Monaco or the crowds of Nice. It stays with Menton, where the artist in me revived again.
There's nothing more rejuvenating than to stand in a middle of a lush garden. I'm a sucker for old trees, overgrown shrubbery, and flowers with entangled vines along walls or dangling over their pots. I don't need a lot of pruning. I love Mediterranean gardens; the ones that let the foliage grow wild and free. Someday...
Corfu, the lushest island of Greece, stole my heart.
We fell in love with Malaga. And still dream to go back. Here's why.
Teachers used to tell my parents I day dreamed too much. They seriously thought I was destined to fall behind.
Where in the world are you gonna meet a quirky, deranged, loud, emphatic, bickering, hyperactive, zest for life motley crew like us in this world? Very few places, I assume. We took on Portugal like a boss. On our 4th day, September 6th, Marcio, his parents and I picked up Marwane in Porto...
Electric blue water of Corfu, where are you? My tan line is nearly gone. It's been over a month since we left the magnificent Mediterranean. Well, as a toast, I'm going to share with you one of the best highlights of the trip. Diving.
The night we arrived in Corfu, our taxi driver told us these wise words, “Stay 1 week here, it changes your blood, stay 2 it changes your liver, week 3, you’ll never come back…” Well, for his sake, it only took us 2 days to feel like we reached week 3. On our 2nd day, Marcio and I devoted the entire day to walk on the dirt goat paths of Corfu to the mountain tops.
Sigh, what can I say? Corfu is everything I imagined it to be. It's considered Greece's biggest and most lush island. So here's what I loved about the place...
Getting to Zandvoort was actually the fun part. After hearing multiple recommendations, I knew we didn't have many chances on a warm weekend to do this. Never spoil a warm weekend in the Netherlands. You don't know when it comes back.
It’s been a long run. Actually, it’s been a long year. I made the finish line. The final touch down. A home run. Mission complete 2015. Bada Boom, Bada Bing! Gosh, where do I begin? To the readers who’ve wondered where I’ve been since the last 8 months,
I could go to a warm country right now. Last summer my boyfriend took me to Galicia, the most northwestern region of Spain. And for the first time, I free dived in Bueu's electric blue waters.
I live in the center of Amsterdam. It’s about a five minute walk from Centraal Station. And it still feels like a dream. How the hell did I accomplish getting an apartment in the center? It might seem impossible, but read my Getting Settled in Amsterdam: Expat Series Part 1- Housing guide below.
As an amateur, I've paid the price riding the trains like a fool. I've decided to publish this old post in memory of my 20 year old self while she ran around Amsterdam's busy Centraal Station arena.This is a small guide to how you're NOT suppose to ride the train...
Saint Paul de Vence sits high and aloof from the Côte d’Azur, the French coast along the Mediterranean Sea.
Stoic and jagged, this geological phenomenon stands proud for over 60 million years. They pop abruptly..
Why did I leave my heart there? Well, it only took me 3 months to be seduced. I'd like to dedicate this article to...
When we stumbled upon...
A young dutchman cracks a joke as we inhale the smoke and turn the pages of the guestbook.
As an American, I’ve picked up on a few inherent cultural differences while living in Düsseldorf, Germany.
Remember when your parents told you not to talk to people you don’t know?
Ever since I was a kid, building a long-term life abroad has always been a fantasy and dream of mine. Immersing oneself in an entirely new culture can be gratifyingly beautiful. But it can also be wild, full of confusion and uncertainty.
Why am I doing this? Read here for more