I love paris. I LOVE PARIS!! No really I do. This last trip really solidified my love for it, the cold, the rain, the police sirens, pretty much everything about it. Paris felt so familiar this time around, we walked around like we knew where we were. Saint Germain des Pres we met again, thank you Airbnb keeping us away from hotels and into lovely flats. Musee d’Orsay was two blocks away TWO! Jeanette and I checked it out one early morning before heading to Giverny (Monet’s Garden yeaahhh) I was mind blown below you will find some of my favorite pieces, the restaurants weren’t opened but I was able to take pictures, the interior design of them were oh so beautiful.
Eric Kayser bakery was our go to every morning actually anytime during the day, no fucks given. My sister cooked a couple of times but for the most part CARBS CARBS CARBS!
Last year we took a tour bus to Versailles and I loved it, this year we did a tour to Monet’s Garden. Whilst trying to figure out my major in college I always gravitated towards art, Art History was one of my choices as well photography. I really couldn’t pass on the chance to go to Monet’s Garden so I bought the tickets months before our trip. When we got there it was gloomy it had been raining a lot! The Seine river was in the midst of overflowing, with that said we weren’t sure how the weather would be. I’ve gotten so lucky in my travels and haven’t been caught in full rainy days.
I will be breaking up Paris into 2 post since I have a lot of pictures!
Van Gogh Bucket List!
Favorite furniture pieces
Highlights of Morocco:
sidenote: my sister has been obsessed with Morocco since “El Clon” which is a telenovela that came out in 2001. I remember buying the bracelets with connecting rings. ALSO, after watching the Bourne Ultimatum you’d also understand why we’ve gone where we’ve gone.
I am beyond grateful for the places we’ve gone to but Morocco was a shell shock experience and I am happy for everything we have learned from that. Hearing prayer call 5 times a day was incredible.. I am a huge fan of Homeland and those are the little details I remember from the show and to actually be able to experience it meant everything to me.
OH SEVILLE! You broke my heart with all your beauty. First thing first shout out to our Airbnb host 1. your apartment was gorgeous! 2. thank you for setting us up and suggesting the flamenco show that we saw, for the history lessons, for caring all our luggage and for always being available for our questions.
Safe to say I loved Seville we almost didn’t leave to Madrid because we wanted to stay longer! EVERYTHING about it was incredible not to mention we found our way fairly quickly, which made us feel right at home. Everything was at our fingertips (I am sorry not sure exactly where we stayed but click on the link to get an idea). We arrived to Seville bright and early, since we were short on time, we headed out to explore walked around to check out shops, churches, places to eat, etc. My memory is a little hazy about the timeline but it happened at some point!
LOVED Alcazar my god that place and all its intricate detail. Moorish design is my absolute favorite I love everything about it, yes Granada is still on my to do list. I literally sat in a nook around the courtyard to just wrap my head around this place.
SO about that flamenco show…my sister is obsessed with Anthony Bourdain with that said his flamenco experience was something that we wanted to have. A small setting, intimate, full of story telling, thanks to our host that is exactly what we got. Seville has some of the must see flamenco dances in Spain and it did NOT disappoint. After our show we stopped by for some ice cream, sat by the steps of the church and took a breather whilst having dessert before dinner of course.
HELLO! 2016 has been wild and we still have 6 months to go. In May we (my sister Karen, our cousin Sam, and my sister’s friend Jeannette) jetted off to Europe we started in Barcelona, TAPAS, TAPAS, TAPAS!! I usually google till my little chubby fingers are tired but, I did no such thing this time around. I was extremely excited to be traveling period and just wanted to “wing it”.
I think the most memorable thing about this trip was our bonding experience, we laughed SO much to me that was a beauty within itself. Not to diminish all the beauty we encountered or culture it was all there, just not afraid to pick favorites is all.
One thing we started doing during our trip was “3 things you are grateful for about this trip” I think we all realized the importance of how humbling our trip actually was.. My dad always encouraged us to travel if we could. Traveling was never my thing and I have said this before, it is one of those loves that I didn’t expect and I am obsessed with wanting to see the world and all it’s wonders that it has to offer.
ANYWAYS, enough of that! In Barcelona we stayed a block away from Sagrada Familia, FUCK! that place is ridiculous and overwhelming, the amount of detail that is going into it.. jaw dropping. The only reason I gave up on planning out Barcelona was because everything I wanted to do was too far or would take too long, it felt upsetting so winging it seemed like the best choice. I would love to go back and do everything I really wanted to do.
My favorite part about Barcelona was Gothic Quarter! We pretty much found it by luck we weren’t exactly sure where we were going and the next thing you know there we were. There was this ice cream shop that I fell in love with, everything about it’s location and the style was perfection. Another favorite moment was this man and his bubbles!! This is the most genuine moment I’ve experienced in my life (that statement may or may not be an exaggeration but fuck it.) It really made us stop an just enjoy that moment, watching him and the people and kids smiling something so simple made strangers happy.
Point Mugu State Park is located in Malibu (think end of Malibu), and it’s one of my favorite places to hike. Discovered this gem last year and have tried to go any chance I get, it’s quite the drive for me so Spring and Summer are my times to go.
My cousin was in town from San Francisco her sister suggested we go hiking AND me being me told them it was worth it and we would go slow
key words for strenuous. Hiking to me is so second nature at this point that I never really take into consideration other peoples stamina, the kids had a BLAST their mother on the other hand was struggling (love you kay). I had totally forgotten the length of the hike and the elevation(Chumash Trail is the steeper quicker way to the top, which is what we took).. This particular day ended up being SO windy, apparently in Los Angeles it was raining we were so far from it that it didn’t make sense as to why it was so effin windy. Everyone was being such a great sport about it, which is all I could ever ask of anyone.
The views are incredible and worth the struggle, please enjoy:
One of the last things we did in Guatemala was a beach trip!! We didn’t spend that much time at my grandmas because we were always out doing things.. We also planned it that way because nothing scares me more than my grandmas. I will add pictures of her kitchen and the town, my parents both come from Nueva Santa Rosa (they’re not related i’ve asked and they asked their parents before they started dating…)
So here is the thing about my grandmas… her home is very open and there are HUGE spiders and what not, i love the silence and cold showers don’t get me wrong i can rough it out. But there are so many ghost stories that don’t sit well with me and terrify me. With that said the first night I did not sleep and almost caused myself a massive anxiety attack because that’s how my mind rolls.
We spent the last full day at the beach HAWAII in Guatemala WHAT? Seriously it was called Hawaii. We left my grams at like 5am and got to the beach around 9. Not before taking a fucking tiny little canoe with our van on it..we live life on the edge because that shit did not seem safe. Half way my dad was like oh there are piranhas here, so that happened.
We made it to the beach safely and I spent the whole day in the water (minus lunch time) the water was just so warm and clear, the waves weren’t knocking me down for a change. This was by far the best way to start 2016, there was something about that day that made the whole trip extra magical. Sometimes we get so caught up with life and take the little simplest moments for granted.
Without further ado.. here are the images!
(This is my grams stove from like the 1950s which is still being used)
Canal de Chiquimulilla
Can you tell I become obsessive? Also hey distraction
I’ve been absolutely horrible when it comes to updating my blog.. BUT ladies and gents Maui West aka the time my sister and I almost died #dramatic
Just like any trip I researched things to do must sees etc. I found a blowhole that was near our resort and decided to give a go. We started driving west and driving and didn’t see signs or actually knew where we were going for that matter. We stopped at a couple view points and kept driving.. At some point we decided we were just taking the scenic route and not bothering looking for the blowhole or beaches.
So about that “research” clearly it wasn’t that well since we ended up in a one way cliff to sum it up..We didn’t die
obvs but did experience a traffic jam when a car was coming from the other direction and had to be guided by a local. There were 3 cars in front of us, which worked in our favor my sisters nervous wouldn’t have been able to handle all of that. Just imagine a little car on the side of a cliff… that’s exactly what happened to the car coming in the opposite direction. Maui West was stunning from every angle also extremely dangerous.
There is always light at the end of the tunnel. Perspective.