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HEADED WEST

I have a feeling this summer is going to be the summer of road trips. I just returned from two back-to-back weekend road trips, and it’s surprising how inexpensive and accessible these kinds of trips can be. The first weekend was spent driving west with my sister from Colorado to California, and the second was heading south with a couple of girlfriends from Colorado to New Mexico. As long as you have good company, a full tank of gas, a backseat filled with snacks, a trendy/affordable Airbnb, and a wish list of places to see, it’ll be a successful roadie adventure. Here are my go-to recommendations if you happen to road trip this summer!

NEVADA
In N’ Out Burger
Old-fashioned burgers, french fries, and milkshakes. You can think of it as “fast food”, but the quality is everything the opposite of typical fast-food. A must if you need a bite on the road, or if you’ve simply never had In N’ Out before! You’ll thank me.
Seven Magic Mountains
Just imagine Candy Land in the middle of the desert. Just off of Highway 15, south of Las Vegas is Ugo Rondinone’s art installation of seven towers of colorful, stacked boulders each scaling over 30 feet high. A beautiful burst of color after spending hours in the car. It’ll be worth the pullover.

CALIFORNIA
Balboa Island, Newport, CA
Tucked in the harbor of Newport Beach is the tiny community called Balboa Island. We spent the morning walking around the farmer’s market, exploring the quaint shops and restaurants, and watching the surfers from the pier. There is also a boardwalk and a ferry on the island which is more of a peninsula. It was a nice hidden gem away from the hustle & bustle of California weekenders.
Tabu Shabu, Costa Mesa, CA
O-M-G. Forget sushi and ramen and sashimi. Tabu Shabu is the new way to explore traditional Japanese cuisine. This style of fondue or “hot pot” allows you to cook thinly sliced meat and vegetables in your own pot of boiling broth (usually tonkatsu or miso), dipping into homemade ponzu and goma sauces, and accompanied by rice, ramen, or udon noodles. I have always loved Japanese cuisine, but I became quickly obsessed with shabu shabu! So much so, that I begged my sister and brother-in-law to go twice in the same weekend that I visited them. 2 times in 3 days. And I savored every frickin’ bite!
The Crack Shack, Costa Mesa, CA
If you like Chick Fil A, (or chicken sandwich in general), you’ll go nuts over The Crack Shack! Simply one of the tastiest chicken sandwiches and french fries I’ve had in years. I recommend The Firebird and Schmaltz fries. Great weekend treat for a casual lunch or dinner.
Fashion Island, Newport, CA
Explore Orange County’s premier shopping center at Fashion Island. My sister lives down the street from it and it was an endless promenade of shops and restaurants. Not to mention the largest Anthropologie I’ve ever been in! (I actually managed to get lost inside) It’s a great way to spend the afternoon if you need some retail therapy or quick eats.

NEW MEXICO
The Plaza, Santa Fe, NM
The Plaza is the heart of Santa Fe with its rich history, beautiful churches, authentic restaurants, and endless art galleries/jewelers. The soul of New Mexico is portrayed everywhere with beautiful turquoise jewelry, vibrant art, rich food, stucco/adobe inspired buildings, and cultured people. I couldn’t get enough of the squash-blossom necklaces, long horn skull heads, chili-infused cuisine, and colorful pottery.
Kakawa Chocolate House, Santa Fe, NM
Sadly I didn’t have the chance to visit Kakawa Chocolate House, but I can’t tell you how many blogs/websites mentioned this place when I was researching places to visit in Santa Fe. So it must be good. From what I gather, Kakawa specializes in handmade chocolates, chile chocolates, chocolate drinks, and chocolate elixirs. I heard it’s the perfect afternoon treat. And a sweet reason for me to go back to Santa Fe one day.
Paloma, Santa Fe, NM
Hands down, Paloma was the best dining experience we had during our weekend in New Mexico. This stunning kitchen & bar is intimate, vibrant, and offers an incredible menu. Mexican-inspired with an exotic twist. The staff is extremely welcoming and friendly, the service was flawless, and the food was simply outstanding. A beautiful representation of Santa Fe cuisine with a lovely atmosphere. Highly recommend for a great meal!
Meow Wolf, Santa Fe, NM
I don’t even know how to begin to describe Meow Wolf. In short, Santa Fe is not really known for it’s night-life, so the young and eager go to Meow Wolf for entertainment. A venue filled with unique and mind-blowing art installations that will push your mind beyond reality. Someone best described it as “part haunted house, part fun house, part acid trip”. I felt like I was in a 2-hour episode of Stranger Things. If you are ever in Santa Fe, you MUST go. It’s a beautifully overwhelming and fascinating experience.

Have fun road-tripping this summer! xx

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wanderer

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[photos: my Pinterest & Tumblr]

I am on day 7 of work without a day off. I am sitting at my desk on a Saturday and I can’t help it if my mind wanders. I want to be outside, doing meaningful things, adventuring and such. I don’t think anyone is meant to stay behind a desk [unless you’re into that sort of thing – staring at a computer, burning your pupils and risking a blood clot if you don’t stand up every once in a while – then carry on!]. I am definitely not meant to sit behind a desk. My soul has never been able to sit still.

I am also quite cranky because I haven’t had any major travels yet this year and it’s AUGUST. I have some trips in mind, but haven’t planned them enough to start talking about it. I do know that I want to be a wanderer. A nomad. A wanderluster. A wildflower. So, I’ve gathered some inspo to keep myself encouraged. These muses will push me to make it happen. I will make it happen, dammit!

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big red

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I added another pin to my world map of places that I’ve traveled to. This pin was for Moab, Utah.

It took me years to see Moab. Literally. My traditional group of camping friends have gone every year for the past 3-4 years during Memorial Day Weekend, and I’ve missed past trips due to prior commitments. But not this year! My man and I packed up Millie [my new car] for the weekend and took the 7 hour road-trip to Utah!

Moab was exactly how I’d pictured it. I stalked endless photos on Pinterest and Tumblr to get some photography inspiration of where we might be camping, but in typical fashion, my tribe of friends found a secluded spot in the middle of NOWHERE. Moab is pretty spread out, so I figured we wouldn’t have to go far. Sounds easy, right? Not so. The spot we were headed to was no easy trek [ie: rugged dirt road, climbing over rocks, white knuckle driving, and you better have good tires and a bad-ass car] But when we arrived, we had the best red landscape scenery for the entire weekend. In my head, I named Moab “Big Red”.

We spent 3 days in the hot sun covered in red dust, but they were well spent. Lots of ATV exploring, rock climbing, sunset watching, cave finding, fire cooking, drinking games, and potato-launching. [we didn’t make Smore’s though… I’m kind of kicking myself, because they made these square-shaped marshmallows specifically for Smore’s and I didn’t use them! Fail.]

There is something very special about Moab though. If you haven’t had a chance to visit, be sure to add it to yo’ bucket list!

xx

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Inca Trail: Part III

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WE MADE IT!

 The final day. The finish line. The finale. It came and passed a lot quicker than I had expected.

Seeing Machu Picchu at sunrise is quite the experience. We woke up at 3:00am, packed up all of our things, layered up because it was freezing out, and hiked a short while to the entrance of our final pass. Dressed and ready to hike, we instead found ourselves waiting in line for about an hour or two. It was what I imagined the early risers who camp out for Black Friday looked like. Just waiting…and waiting…and waiting. At 5:30am they finally opened and we were launched into our last couple of hours on the trail, surrounded by hundreds of anxious hikers. I remember looking back and seeing a line of headlamps dotting the trail like a string of Christmas lights. Everyone had one destination on their mind.. We were climbing to Inti Punku [“Gate of the Sun”].

The trail was beautiful again, just like day three. The stone path was surrounded by moss and greenery and towers of trees. The sun was slowly coming up and we were getting closer. We descended until we got to “the gringo killer”, which was a humorous set of steep-ass steps leading to the top of the sun gate. I think I laughed when I looked up the flight of stairs. They were so steep and vertical that it’s impossible to just walk up. Like, you literally had to use your hands and feet to climb up these steps. Hah! But once you get to the top – there it is. Machu Picchu in all it’s glory!

 Machu Picchu shined like gold in the sunlight. After enjoying the view from the top, we began our 3 mile descend to Machu Picchu. And when we got there, it was surreal. The ruin was right in front of me. It was incredible seeing it in person after only seeing it on Pinterest and travel websites. It was bittersweet for me; sweet to finally arrive after 3 exhausting days, but sad because the journey was coming to an end. Our tour guides left us to explore the ruin for a couple of hours [which was short-lived because I was too sore to walk!] After, we took a bus down to Aguas Calientes – a quaint little town below Machu Picchu that I wish I spent more time in. We had our last meal with our trek which turned out to be one hell of a celebration because two of our fellow hikers announced that they were newly engaged! Time to drink!

[…4 drunken hours later…]

After taking a train ride and a bus to Cusco, we were back in the middle of the city – back to reality. It was like culture shock going from 4 days of solitude with no technology and no civilization to the hustle and bustle of city life with traffic, and noises, and WiFi. Too much too soon. I have never wanted to return to the wilderness so bad. That night, our first night back sleeping in a normal bed, I told Talia, “I would give anything to be back in that tent right now…” I wanted to be back on the Inca Trail, with a new challenge every day, with my 4-day family of hikers. Just take me baaaccckkk!

 I never thought I’d say this, but I would do it again in a heartbeat. I think. Or just fill my life with these types of experiences. Yeah, that’s it.

xx

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Inca Trail: Part II

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“The trail is the thing. Not the end of the trail. Travel too fast, and you miss all you are traveling for.”
– unknown

 I read this quote before I left for Peru and I didn’t really understand it at the time. I remember thinking, “But…Machu Picchu is the end of the trail. That’s kind of the point of this trip. That is the end-goal of this 4-day trek.” But then day 3 happened and a lightbulb switched on inside my head. And now, this quote has a whole new meaning. I totally get it now.

Day 3 was magical. We got to sleep in until 6:00am [which became a luxury after the first two days] and had a much more forgiving agenda ahead. We would hike 6 miles of what I considered to be the most ‘authentic’ part of the Inca trail. As if the Quechua weren’t intriguing enough, they had also built their original cobblestone path among the most beautiful part of the Andes and it was our road for the day. And you knew you were walking where they walked. Yeeesss!!

This was the part of the trek where it became real for me. Everything was different. The trail had gone from a dry, dusty, desert path to a stone wonder in the middle of the rainforest. The sun was softer and the air was cold and crisp. There were butterflies and greenery and the most beautifully intimidating cliffs that fell from the trail’s edge. It was rugged and enchanting and overwhelming all at the same time. Talia and I joked about how we were waiting for a dinosaur to magically appear because we felt like we were on the set of Jurassic Park. Or maybe Indiana Jones would come flying around the corner with a giant stone ball determined to run him over. My mind wanders when I’m alone in the wilderness…

Hands down, day 3 was my favorite. It was my gem. I think I even slowed down my pace at one point to try to make the journey last longer. But alas, every day has to come to and end. I wish I could relive this day though – 3 moments in particular. These were my top three highlights:
1) Meeting our porters. You see those guys in blue? The ones that travel together carrying 50-60lbs on their backs? They were the hardest working people I’ve ever seen! They are true descendants of the Quechua and they travel the path of their ancestors every week. They were with us from beginning to end and took  such good care of us. Actually, spoiled us. We finally got to have a ‘formal introduction’ on the morning of day 3 and even with the language barrier, we became a family. [and they baked us a cake that night! How they did that in the middle of the Andes with no electric, I have no idea. I think our cook was also a magician.] It was an honor to hike every day with the porters. We applauded them every morning when they left before us, and they did the same when we arrived to camp every evening. International love right thurrr.
2) Phuyupatamarcha. It means “town above the clouds”. Together we sat at the top of this ruin and learned more about the Quechua. And the name didn’t need explaining – we were surrounded by clouds which were hovering over the site. You could hardly see anything in the distance. It was quite the dreamy site with its long descending flights of stairs, moss covered stone walls, and series of natural fountains with sparkling glacier run-off. I bet it was dreamy back then too. Always has been.
3) Wiñay Wayna. I think this was a special place for all of us. It means “forever young” and it was the last ruin that we visited before Machu Picchu. This lovely place was just as beautiful and dramatic [if not more so]. A natural amphitheater that was quiet and serene and perfect in all its loneliness. I remember walking in and hearing nothing. Absolutely nothing. Everyone seemed to become speechless as they wandered through Wiñay Wayna. This place calms you. I remember we were sitting in one of the sacred rooms and our tour guide said, “You’ve come this far. And now I believe your heart and soul is ready for Machu Picchu.” I wish I had spent more time there because it was a magical place – you can just feel it.

My favorite day down, one more to go. Stay tuned for Inca Trail Part III, the finale!

xx

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