Sitting there, alone in a foreign country, far from my job and everyone I know, a feeling came over me. It was like remembering something I’d never known before or had always been waiting for, but I didn’t know what. Maybe it was something I’d forgotten or something I’ve been missing all my life.
All I can say is that I felt, at the same time, joy and sadness. But not too much sadness, because I felt alive. Yes, alive. That was the moment I fell in love with Paris. And I felt Paris fall in love with me.
WHAT TO DO IN NAXOS, GREECE You guys know that I have a massive love/obsession/overall dreamlike enchantment with Santorini, potentially one of the best known Greek Islands out there. But did you know that there are nearly 6,000 islands in that stretch of the Aegean?! That’s a heck of a lot of paradise to cover. Approximately […]
What comes to mind when you imagine your bucket list? Is it a sprawling city with sparkling lights and beautiful architecture? A country full of jungles just waiting to be explored and beaches you can’t wait to relax on? All of the aforementioned are also on my bucket list, but there is one place that stood […]
HOW TO PLAN YOUR DREAM HONEYMOON ZACH & I SITTING CALDERA SIDE (RIP to our tans) I think every girl (or boy..or dog…or cat even) out there at some point or another has dreamt about what their dream honeymoon would be. Is it in the mountains? (cue Jennifer Anniston a la Rachel in Friends wistfully […]