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Ambergris Caye, Belize
My indecisive personality resorts to coin tosses that determine
future destinations. Belize won on a call of tails and I chalked the win up to fate. Belize VS. Madrid was the lineup and as Madrid dropped out, I
realized the need to lay around on a beach with temperatures that take
away appetites, force you in the ocean, and to sip drinks that demand
coconut. There was something magically kinetic going on, as is usually
the case with places that house a tropical demeanor. A Central American
island with a Jamaican twist is what it is, and why this place had my heart from the start. This Spanish Caribbean twist trickled down into the tropical infused spicy food to the beautifully confusing accents. Spending days on the dock
attempting to reach the same level of bronze as the locals and nights
sipping rum punch that made the beach walks blurry.
Miami & Yosemite
As travel plans begin to settle on the horizon, the need to re-visit past jaunts seems appropriate. All of this throwback business has me digging through the crates, uncovering snaps I once loved and had forgotten. In the spirit of making old things new and prefacing future trips, here's a revisit to a back to back, coast to coast journey. From the culture to the scenery, and name pronunciation, both trips varied drastically.
The adventure started in Miami with 80 degree temps and air so humid it bullied hair into untamed craziness. The need for makeup disappeared as the sun gave kisses, leaving behind a bronzed glow. Coconuts were bought from dueling Cubanos hanging out under palm trees arguing over coconut selling territory. Morning jogs along the beach gave view to enormous offshore clouds rolling into rich colored skies, leaving me wanting to find a nail color that vibrant. Late nights spent battling the notions to join the friend in favor of night swims in the ocean, and hoping they made it back to shore. All good things must come to an end and so I ditched this tropical paradise and headed for the hills of Yosemite. The glorious views forced me to pose on the edges of cliffs in order to selfie myself in front of vast vistas. Giant Sequoia trees towered overhead causing feelings of intimidation, perhaps similar to what ants must go through. The weather was conducive to keeping the tan going and carried no humidity lending to more hair control. The rock bottom rivers, crystal clear and ice cold were perfect for beers to chill out in but demanded the in and out method until the body acclimated. Both trips were direct opposites of each other but similarly offered amazing experiences, reiterating my NEED for travel.
P.S. My favorite thing between the East and West coast is the extreme differences in the pronunciation of my name. This difference bringing out my East and West coast persona's, Heatha vs Heatheeeeeer.
Shooting NYFW- Ann Yee Collection
I was under the impression that I had horrible memory, however the recent bout of cold weather left me second guessing my self diagnosis. The below 60 degree temps currently haunting me instantly drummed up visions of wind blown hair, peter pan collared shirts layered underneath soft oversized sweaters. Chunky sweater dresses hovering knee length over sheer black tights flipped through my mind and I was taken back to the Fall 2013 collections. I was transported back to the stark white loft that let the neon colors from Ann Yee's collection pop of the walls.
P.S. I'm not 100% convinced that this recollection of the Ann Yee collection is something I can attribute to my memory. It has more to do with the gorgeous talents of an inspiring designer I am now coveting.
Mexico City
It blows my mind and my wallet that a four hour plane ride can transport you direct to the corazon de Mexico City, an insanely beautiful world. A world lively with culture supported by the timely architecture that remains and a rich dueling history still being uncovered, literally. Organilleros fill the streets with hypnotic melodies, most likely accustomed to by locals, but music to my fresh ears. A kale and quinoa girl like myself was left pondering menus until defeat was made by the tinga tortas, atoles, and salsas that had me begging them to come home with me.
I have preferences to travel with knowledge of a destination but no set plans, curious to see where a city will lead me. Travel guides suggest against riding the metro and walking around aimlessly, which is why I generally hate consulting such material being these are the best ways to get intimate with a place. I headed out to do things the way I deemed best, hopped on the metro and wandered aimlessly.
P.S. It was also suggested to not walk around with cameras, however this eye stimulating city made that impossible.
P.P.S. I had the flu the whole trip :(
P.P.S. I had the flu the whole trip :(
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