(Yes, I know it’s Wednesday <insert shame face emoji here>)
This morning, some stunning photos popped up on my facebook feed: glacial blues and jagged mountains. Nature being all raw and silencing. I immediately emailed the friend who posted them and she said the photos were from a recent trip to Parque Torres Del Paine, Chile. We need to go. Immediately. May I present you with the following case:
First there’s this:
And then this:
Followed by this (where we will clearly be staying):
And concluding with this:
Case closed and the verdict is in: We’re going.
My boyfriend took me to Brussels last month and here are a few shots from the trip:
There is some awesome food in Brussels. I would recommend the following:
Noordzee: Seafood stand in Saint Catherine Place
Restaurant Ogenblik: An upscale restaurant near the Grand Place in the beautiful arcade, Les Galerie Royales Saint-Hubert
Mary Chocolatier: Amazing white chocolate (and every other kind of chocolate). Can be found in Les Galerie Royales Saint-Hubert, as well as all over the city.
Fin de Siècle: Traditional food served in a fun young atmosphere. (Rue des Chartreux 9)
BONUS TIP: I had the best waffle at a stand at Parvis de Saint Gilles Outdoor Market (Sat & Sun). I don’t remember what the vendor was called though, but it’s worth trying to find if you’re near Porte de Hal (the medieval gate)
Belgium beer is something special. But be careful because they’re very strong
Delirium Café: Super touristy but so fun and affordable. (In the old town)
À la Mort Subite: old fashion (turn of the century) resto-pub. (In the old town)
Au Bon Vieux Temps: medieval style drinking hole (small and cute). If you like this place, also check out L’Imaige Nostre-Dame (a few doors down). Both in the old town area
BONUS TIP: Try the Gulden Draak (Golden Dragon)
It was an intense year, 2014, and it was a hard year.
The year started in London, but by June I was back in New York. I spent a month in California, driving up the coast and with my sister. I got word that I got a book deal when I was in front of City Lights with one of my best friends, Carly–whom I never get to see. Then I found out I got my British Visa.
I left New York in October to return to England. I didn’t know it at the time but my father would be dead a week later. I still can’t quite believe that I have to live my whole life without him. I still can’t quite believe it period.
2015 will be happier.
Wishing you a wonderful New Year.
Oh baby, it’s getting cold in Londontown. (Still not cold enough for snow, but oh well.) I’ve been dreaming about visiting Portugual’s Praia Marinha for a while now–especially when baby, it’s cold outside. It’s easy to see why:
I wonder if it’s as beautiful as the photos make it out to be. It’s on the Atlantic coast, so it seems like it would be a schlep, but it also seems like it would be well worth it. Has anyone been? Tell me everything!
I am still in the midst of grief from my father’s recent death. Time cannot pass without thinking of him. Missing him is becoming a norm. That scares me and saddens me further. The good memories keep me afloat in this chilling water. But here I am, if ever you would like to talk.
(Sorry guys, I meant to publish this on Tuesday, so it’s a little late)
It’s a day trip from Paris and the castle that inspired Versailles, and it’s festive as f*ck at Christmastime:
Seriously, look at this Christmasy wonder: