It was all starting to make sense now. My summer Mediterranean voyage was an initiation. After the demanding work-load and stress, and through the emotional seas, I had been transformed after plunging deeper within myself. I had weathered the storms and a new version of me had been sculpted. Continue reading Mediterranean Voyage Part II: Know Thyself. Malta to Greece
The season was an intense one. I am not the same person I was going into it. I have traveled to new places, new depths, and discovered much within my own treasure map. This time away from my London routine has only deepened my inner relationship with myself, continuing the dive into deeper self-love. Continue reading Mediterranean Voyage: From Mallorca to Sicily
TIA…This is Africa. If you haven’t heard the acronym and saying, then you’re hearing it now, and let me tell you, it’s the perfect supposition for the experiences potentiated there.
Just like TIA, the phrase of accepting and embracing the learning and growth opportunities presented in Africa, I was faced with TIL: This is Life, accept and embrace. This is life, which winds and bends, throws curve balls, and acclimates you to the sides of yourself requiring cleansing and renewal. Continue reading THIS IS AFRICA. THIS IS LIFE.
Maybe I was crazy to leave the Mallorcan life I loved so much and relocate to London. I had to trade in my sundresses for cashmere. It was time for CHANGE. A new season was upon me.
“Dude, you’re in London!” I was vibrating in the legacies of my literary heroes. The ones impacting me most during my university days. Those whom gave voice to the awarenesses simmering within me, shaping thought forms with inspiring prose. Molding me. Most notably Virginia Woolf, D.H. Lawrence, James Joyce, William Butler Yeats, T.S. Eliot. Continue reading The Cashmere Diaries. London: Literary Legacy
The Amalfi Coast, had been on my radar for as long as I can remember. It was one of those starry-eyed visions that rests in that pocket of my mind where unattainable places lie dormant and glittering. I was ready to dip my toes into the Italian culture and create inspired meals based off its influence. Here I would drown out the disappointing stain of Italian American food from my memory once and for all. We would be setting sail from Palma to Napoli for a three-day crossing. Continue reading Starry-eyed in Amalfi Coast: Gold Silver and Sapphire
Tramping along the city streets I was perhaps beginning to see why Napoli wasn’t claimed by a majority of Italians. A different flavor peppered the air. A musk, one which took me back to stale streets of southeast Asia. This city had a grunge to it. Gritty, you could say. Continue reading Napoli to Ischia: Gritty Gritty, Tango Tango
I woke up early that morning as the sun was rising, before guests had risen, before the dogs, and snuck to the aft swim platform to do my yoga and meditation session. The morning was serene. The water so calm it looked like glass, and looking out south, the sky bled into the sea like one giant mirror. You could not tell sky from sea. Keep tracing the horizon and your eyes land upon the lovely city tucked into the mountain. Charming houses, hotels, and restaurants all in shades of whites, and peaches, topped with terracotta roofs. The sun’s morning rays cast a golden glow against the landscape, glazing it like one giant welcome apricot macaroon I wanted to sink my teeth into. Continue reading French Riviera~ Provisioning and Frolicking in the Côte d’Azur
Usually down for an adventure, I had decided instead of flying, to take a €30 bus ride from Bulgaria’s east coast, down into Turkey. A 6-hour journey and an on-the-spot $30 expedited visa later, the coach bus scarcely filled with Turks, Bulgarians, a few Eastern European stragglers, and myself in the back–propped contentedly against the window–arrived in Istanbul. Continue reading Turkish Delighting – My Love Affair in Istanbul, with Tango and Baklava
I had been granted the experiential insight of understanding how when you visit a place, and openly, you connect and align to it, you will in turn take on the place’s frequency– forever bear it. For me, it felt like adding a vibration of a place’s essence to my inner “basket of fruits,” and resonating it from then on. So too was I doing here at Beglik Tash, and had done in Plovdiv, and Sofia. Continue reading Part II: Encoding in Bulgaria
I had wanted quiet. I had spent the last two and half weeks living in a sleepy fishing village next to the sea, in the south of Crete, and it had been an incredibly nourishing time for me, full of immense creativity and productivity. One could say, with artists and artistry there is usually either an ebb or flow for standards of creation. Another place in nature was the ideal choice for me. And then I stumbled upon Rožat… Continue reading Rožat ~ Creating in Croatia
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