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Siem Reap, History & Heritage and a whole lotta SOUL

For years, I’ve longed to go to Cambodia. Most specifically, I wanted to see Angkor Wat. And to this girl who has never seen Tomb Raider (Filmed in Cambodia) I went in with minimal expectation, other than to be wowed at the glory that is Angkor Wat. Certainly no surprise here, this place is rich in history. It took 37 years to build with the assistance of Elephants and 16,000 people. The Lava stone (interior) and sand stone featured throughout is absolutely stunning.

Angkor Wat Opens at Sunrise. With an average of 10-12,000 people making their way inside to witness the sunrise above this magnificent temple. What started as a Hindu temple, then converted to Buddhist and back and forth through the years. Monks live in a monastery adjacent to the temple. In 1920 The French discovered the lost temple. As it was covered over by overgrowth of the rough terrain of the jungle. It apparently took 2 years to clear trees around the temple.

Unfortunatey, after this beautiful discovery, Cambodia was taken over by the Communist Khmer Rouge from 1975-1979. During this time the temple was utilized as an army based. This significant time in Cambodia’s history has left a permanent scar on the country as the Khmer Rouge were responsible for the lives of 3 million people during this time. In 1992, they opened Angkor Wat for visits and became a UNESCO world heritage site.

Despite the heart-breaking history of Cambodia, its people are some of the most resilient, kindest, most hospitable people in the world. Their economy In constant struggle, yet you can feel the hope for a better tomorrow with everyone you meet. From The energy at Angkor Wat and the Buddist who offered me a blessing to the serenity and peace felt just being at this magnificent temple, Siem Reap is a must.

I highly suggest making it a full…and I do mean FULL Day. Starting at the crack of dawn to head out to Angkor Was before the sunrise is truly magnificent and holy within itself. From there, our small group of three trekked through the jungle and rice paddy fields to find our way through the local villages, monuments and other sites along the way. Being treated to local “cuisine” which sometimes included a fair amount of (and often overly crunchy) insects. Though “When in Cambodia!”

A special shout out to my driver, Souli- a soul who truly touched my heart forever in his generosity in sharing his personal story, that further brought to life the actualization of Cambodia’s devastation in the late 70’s. Upon arriving into Siem Reao. I quickly was engaged in conversation with my driver who told me that his entire family was killed during the Khmer Rouge. And how he has been unable to get a proper education or other job following the loss of them. Truly an endless devastation for his life. And yet, I’ve never seen a soul so bright as I did with this human.

I connected so much with him having just lost a part of my soul with my brother’s passing away just the year prior. I instantly felt a kismet connection to him. A connection to this complete stranger having experienced what it’s like to endure such loss. 

From him I learned that we all feel alone. No matter what we are going through in life. Or how many people are within or surround us in life, it’s sinply part of this journey as they say you’re born alone and you die alone. Though if you’re doing it right, it’s all ok. 

Thank you to Cambodia for enriching my life in endless ways and for touching my soul, SOULI.

23 years later…9/11

Here I sit, in New York City on 9/11. Having grown up on the east coast, but spending most of my adult life in California, I’ve always kept my love for the east coast close in my heart. And now I am here for my first anniversary of 9/11. Hard to believe it’s been 23 years since that tragic day. Never in a million years did I realize at the time that I would be so affected by that tragedy only then to move on in life to work on the rebuilding of the WTC. I knew in my soul I needed to be a part of rebuilding. And yet, I had never been a New Yorker until now. It was just something so strong within me that I had to be a part, even if small, in being a part in bringing life back to this property.

Through my role in Commercial Real Estate, in particular for the mall business, I had the chance to work on and ultimately be in charge of the Marketing and overall planning for this re-opening of Westfield shopping centers, The Oculus WTC. Through this opportunity, I was able to work with incoming retailers, city planners and the like, encouraged to ensure we created an event that would not only open a center, but most importantly, honor the families of 9/11. It will go down in history of my life as one of the most important days that forever touched and left a mark on my heart. As I, unfortunately didn’t have a way to change history, or reverse the wrong that was done on that day, I (at the very minimum) had the chance to share my love, support and condolences to those who came to be honored. To find a way to bring light to the darkness that fell upon this city.

Remembering seeing mothers closing holding onto, hugging their children, families and loved one. It took all I had not to completely lose myself in all the emotion, in these moments with my empathetic heart. But to rather use the overwhelming love I felt for all those in the Oculus, to reflect and share that back with everyone there that day.

For all those so personally affected by the tragedy, I continue to hold you in my heart and pray for peace in your life as you carry forward.

Shop like an Egyptian.

So I guess it’s rather obvious in saying, I love a good shopping experience. Thus the name: Fashion in a Suitcase. Knowing this, I had to dive in and discover the market of Egypt. Khan el Khalili.

This famous bazaar can be found a quick Uber away in the historic area of Cairo and tends to be frequented by both tourists and locals. Said to have been established in 1382. Talk about an original Mall! Here you can find anything from a “classic souvenir” to local Artisan crafts. The hotel said don’t wander around the alleyways by yourself. Well. I guess you could say I couldn’t help myself. I LOVE to talk to just about everyone. And a man who claimed to work at the mosque drug us around to these local artisans. Clearly his true business in herding cats like my mom and I in to purchase from the so-called artists themselves. I could see my mom starting to lose it, so we kindly excused ourselves from his “tour” to go to the REAL Khan el Khalil.

Luckily, however, we were safe and sound and found a few good keepsakes to bring home with us from this adventure through the alleyways of Cairo. Though the truly magical treasure that we “Found” during this market trip, was the encounter we were fortunate enough to have with a group of Muslim women who were cloaked from head to toe, leaving the market with their babies and children. We smiled at them and basically shook hands and kissed babies, so to speak. Through this meeting, we were truly amazed by the incredible love and respect shared between humanity. Despite our unique cultures, different attire and overall beliefs system, what we exchanged with one another was pure love in simply being human. This is what is so valuable in travel- not just the experience of culture, but the true exchange of humanity with others whom you might not often meet along your path. And to connect and know that really at the end of the day, wherever we find ourselves in the world, the most magical and beautiful take away is always so simple. It’s just about love. Human connection. Sharing in this thing called life. For this experience alone, Egypt will always hold a special treasure (and way better than a magnet) in my heart of souvenirs.

I can’t breathe


I can’t breathe.
Three words that hurt my soul to the core.

First and foremost, at this very moment, my heart aches for George Floyd, his love ones and all that his death now means to all of us. Along with this comes the great ache in my heart for my brother who passed away just a year and a half ago from an asthma attack…not being able to breathe. And at a time where we are all just trying to get past this crazy pandemic that seemingly targets the lungs, making it difficult for those to do just that- breathe.

Haven’t we had enough of being attacked as humanity that we dive further back generations, deep to bring to the forefront of the past that we all thought we left behind?  What kind of man puts all of his weight onto someone’s neck… and continues to do so despite desperate pleas of:
I can’t breathe.

How is this lack of humanity that has been ever present still here upon us? Perhaps I live with rose tinted glasses on as I want to believe that Covid has brought humanity back in different ways then we had seen the last several years. Engaging with one another, unlike I’ve seen for many years. Helping one another through this pandemic. Then. Just then, a man puts his weight upon man’s neck, suffocating him, leaving him to beg for breathe- even if it was his last. How you can be so barbaric to control the breathe essential for life, for a man begging for his mom? Have you no heart at all? I know I can’t understand the full scope of what the inequality is that still exists, no matter how I may try or show my support. Though I sure as hell can’t understand how you can watch a man die before you, as you take his breathe away.

Although I understand that I can’t breathe is a statement to pay tribute to George Floyd, I hope we can change our saying to I CAN BREATHE…And I plan to make a difference. Keep breathing friends and inspiring one another through your voice, breathing in peace. New Hope. And finding Light at the end of this darkness.

RIP George Floyd.

Alone (Together)

One of the biggest fears we tend to face in life is that of being along. And right now in the midst of the Coronavirus pandemic, many are facing the fact that they are home alone. Even if they have loved ones in their home, many are still having to quarantine or simply live through this time- alone.

The reality is, in this world, we are always alone. (Now before you hyperventilate or tell me how you’re not alone in this life. Please give it a thought.) As I realize that seems a bit off-putting, negative and mean girls of me to say. How could this possibly be true, considering the fact that we are often (and typically) surrounded by others? Though, at the end of the day, your life is lived alone. Solely by You.

The feelings you feel, the experience you experience, is lived by you and you alone. (Picking up what I’m throwing down?). I’m by no means disregarding the endless love and support of friends, family and those closest to us. As their involvement in life and their love bestowed upon is essential to our souls.

However, with that being said-
The more we are able to feel, acknowledge and own this “feeling of alone” is when we set ourselves free from the negative connotation of “being alone.” It allows us to find strength in being by ourselves. During this time of isolation, can we embrace and enjoy the experience of being alone? Work on the friendship we have with ourselves? We can’t go outside, so go Inside. Dive in deep. And I promise the feeling of being alone will no longer be so daunting. Before you know it, you’ll be coming out of this Lockdown stronger than ever. Ready to live life confidently knowing you can face one of the most stressful, anxiety producing, fear-in-your-face daily experience. And guess what you, you did it alone. Soon there will be time to unveil this even better version of yourself, emerging out of the COVID dust. Work on the friendship you have with you.

And when you’ve had your fill of being alone, throw on Dnice’s Club Quarantine playlist for your own private dance party or meditate with some of the best across the globe, easily within reach, playing on an Instagram Screen near you. Hello You. We’ll get through this (alone) together.

Some musical inspiration to get comfortable being alone & hope for togetherness soon…
1.) Go it alone: Beck
2.) Be Alone: Ben Harper
3.) Golden- Jill Scott
4.) We’ll be Together- Sting
5.) (INSERT YOUR SUGGESTIONS)

La-La-Lockdown


Here we sit in 2020 with great hope and anticipation for an amazing year ahead. Thankful to say Good riddance to 2019. And yet oddly enough, here we are on the eve of isolation and lockdown. We haven’t experienced anything like this before and it seems this new change is not only quickly approaching but is here. Right here. Right now. Never having to minimize our lifestyle, nor certainly not remaining with our 4 walls for an extended period of time. As we, as a society, simply never shut down. Business and work ethic is seemingly inherent in our veins. Our DNA. Like it or not, that has been the legacy of America.  So now what? What is one expected to do when the world has come to a screeching halt?! Stay at home you say?

How does life go on….now that we’re on lockdown? Americans have always been known to be big consumers and with that comes supply, demand and plenty of options. Options for days. For anything and everything. From products to dating- we have come to expect options in every aspect of our life. Shop in the grocery stores now with little to no options, certainly is a lesson within itself. And dare I discuss the issue of toilet paper? I digress….
This may not be a big deal in say, France, where if you’re in the market for a bar of soap, you may have a few options. That’s it, C’est Tous. It is what it is. And to be honest, do you really need 543 different types of soap? Now, let’s be clear, I’m by no means saying I’m not a girl who loves her options…I certainly do. However, it’s times like these that we realize the excessive ways in which we live.  The times like these when our shelves of supplies are cleared out and there simply are no options whatsoever. (Once again excessive- only in this case, hoarding for hoarding sake.) We need to find balance in all this recently disrupted and ever-adjusted way of life. And hopefully find also a replenished stock of toilet paper and hand sanitizer!

How can we learn and LIVE from our global neighbors who have already been on lockdown? Well, for starters, The Italians have ALWAYS known how to live. And this time is certainly no exception. In fact, it only further demonstrates how much they embrace the joy of living each and every moment. Singing on the streets together while locked in their homes to avoid the spread of the virus. Instead spreading notes and words of cheer in moments of despair. Inspiring themselves, one another, and in the process the entire globe. This time of coming together as humanity is long overdue. Although this moment brings with it heartbreaking tragedy and daily news to reflect this, I believe this is also offers us an incredible opportunity to grow stronger together in a more connected, conscious and loving way. Maybe share a roll of TP with a stranger? My hope and belief is that we will see great gestures of love and humanity rise to the occasion. A girl can dream. And I encourage everyone of you to do the same. It takes a world to heal the world. With wishes for good health and good cheer, friends. 

A dose of reality.

We have been brought to our knees with this pandemic. The irony of it is that those that are clinging so strongly to the past, wanting to get back to business and embrace the life they once knew, are Unwilling to accept the reality of what life is going to be after the so-called dust settles. For it is not going to be a pick up where we left off and continue life as usual or in their minds “business as usual.” Those days are gone. Mother nature is angry, combined now with Covid-19 showing us that there is no looking to the past, only living in the present. . 

A dose of reality. It’s as if the collective of the globe of what we have been focusing on for far too long.
If before all we wanted to do was work…. now that’s all we have, is work.  (For those fortunate enough to keep their jobs, that is)
All we wanted to do is be on our phones and devices…Guess what, that’s all we have now, when you can’t be around friends and loved ones, or simply to be near others. 
The robots we feared taking over life, in one aspect is exactly who we have become. Checked out working machines. Speaking and connecting only via a device. Now sadly we have realized we actually want to be humans. Now that we are self isolating. We seek connection. We seek the simple things. You know, the things that make life, Life? Not just communicating via Zoom.

In one aspect, it is a truly remarkable time to be alive. To witness this major shift in our lives, one that has been apparently quite necessary for the entire globe for some time. A reset if you will. Affecting everyone and everything. Life as we knew it has completely shifted. So it makes sense that the world is doomsday prepping. (To some degree, that is). However, going to grocery stores frantically looking for anything you might want to eat in the next week to three months? This in itself is an entirely new concept. Not to mention, there’s nothing left. It’s like the Grinch who stole Christmas came in and took up the entire grocery store. We all know some are buying excessive amounts to ensure survival. How many trees will be taken down to accommodate all the seemingly never ending need for Toilet Paper you ask? I get it… we want our creature comforts, but holy mother lode people!! It’s not as if this coronavirus is causing diarrhea. (At least we hope not.)

The reality is everyone is scrambling and scared to death of what this could mean for our lives today and in the weeks to come. It’s all a crapshoot (pun intended) to be honest with you. Looks like we are in for quite a ride. Buckle up my friends, live in the moment, hope for a better tomorrow, Connect with your loved ones often…and grab an extra roll of T.P. (apparently).
Godspeed one and all….

Tinder moments in Madrid.

Although this is technically my second visit to Madrid. As my first trip to Madrid was back in 2015 when I decided to live for awhile in Paris. Turns out a friend I had met on a previous adventure in Belize en route to Guatamela was also in Europe the first week of my arrival. He asked if I’d be interested in a road trip from Paris to Spain where he planned to be. I thought why not? Here I just picked up my life to move to a new country by myself. What else was I to be doing?!

Upon arriving in CDG, I was picked up and whisked away to my new apartment in the 9th to quickly meet my air bnb host, drop off my bags and re-pack a lighter duffle for our Eurotrip. Mind you, my trip started in San Diego, to New York and finally arriving a day later into Paris. To say I was exhausted was an understatement. However, just like that, we were off! We didn’t have any real plans, just hit the road headed south for Spain. First official stop was in Lyon, enjoyed the town and continued on, ending our first day’s adventure settling in Biarritz. Which we loved so much we stayed for two nights before hitting the road again. Days spent sipping espresso and rose by the sea. Sounds cliche. Doesn’t it. It was and it simply didn’t Matter. It was pure bliss. Only “real agenda” was that we had to make it to Madrid by Saturday night as my friend had a random “Tinder date” that evening. The entire adventure was just that- what a true road trip should be. From stopping off in Pamplona to see the quaint town where the running of the Bulls occurs each year, to one of my favorites, San Sebastián. As he drove, I drank Spanish beers in the car and DJ’ed to the Best of my ability with French radio. When we finally arrived in Madrid I was ecstatic to explore a new European city. Though this Saturday night I was out to enjoy the liveliness of Madrid solo. As my road trip companion was out with his Tinder date. I found myself a bit bummed to be in this insanely lively city, feeling the need to be a bit more cautious since I was riding solo. Fear not, I still made the very most of my experience-having dinner in a crowded plaza. Sangria(S), live music and an exhilarating energy I was grateful to take in. The next day I was able to spend the day with my friend and his new friend from Tinder. Spending the day on Sunday with these two allowed me to feel I had the chance to authentically experience Madrid, though it left me wanting more…

Here I am 4 years later, returning to Madrid with a friend who has never been. His excitement and adoration for this city further inspired my appreciation for it and eagerness to dive back in. Making our way through the cozy streets and neighborhoods of the city. Stopping off in gardens and sampling some of the best tapas and Sangria this fine city has to offer. This was my time to truly surrender to the city and take it all in with a life long frend as well as my local friend. As life would have it, my “local friend” just so happens to be my friend’s “Tinder date” from my first trip to Madrid, just 4 years prior. Funny how online dating has turned into a life-long friendship with my non-date, from Tinder. I guess you could say meaningful relationships CAN come from Tinder after all.

The maze gardens
Beautiful architecture, surrounded by picturesque gardens
Enjoying the calm, in the city…
Me and my road trip buddy.
Me and my friend’s Tinder Date. Thankfully for me, she became a friend for life. Gracias, Tinder!

Wall Street to Wellness

From wall to well direct my discoveries in this world of health and wellness. When I started along this “official journey” of discovering where America was in terms of Wellness I quickly found that many of the new areas of Health and wellness were being driven by Wall Street. I found many making their shift not only in their personal lives but also in their career of moving into the area of wellness. Many I found are former Wall Street executives, hedge fund managers and the like who have made the transition to work within wellness. Honestly I happen to think they’re geniuses. For it is the wellness category that will continue to rise scale and be one of the most profitable industries now and in future. With so much of the consumer expenditure already being driven by millennials and at a significant rate (and expenditure), this is a trend I don’t see passing through anytime soon.   Many of these former Financial Minds not only saw this as a great potential for amazing business as the world shifts it’s focus on health, but also a way to work for something meaningful. Sadly, many of them found themselves here through either illness or simply tired of the stress and overload with what has become the norm in day-to-day work here in the US.

I myself share in their story as I was diagnosed with a Hashimoto’s thyroid immune disease right after one of my biggest projects opened a few years ago. And ironically just six months after being diagnosed I was promoted into this role of health and wellness. This has been a magical and an incredible journey for me to not only meet some of the most amazing soulful connected individuals that have great passion for driving wellness and working together. Additionally, each of them have offered me so much more on my road to wellness and all in my journey of figuring out how to love my thyroid and my overall health.  I feel so honored to experience and be the guinea pig for all the new and old, the up and coming, new to market, techniques technologies and the already tried and true. So I have experienced a very broad spectrum in this area of wellness and I am so excited for what the future holds. I’m most excited that we as a society are working on honoring our self and putting ourselves first so that the rest of the world gets the best of who we truly are.

It may have been a longer journey to get from Wall Street to Wellness, though I’m thankful that there has been an increased desire to Make America Healthy Again. Many offerings await, from modern technology and tools to help guide your wellness journey, to traditional tried and true ways with Eastern Medicine and non-traditional routes. Either way, I hope your journey to wellness leads you along the right path to bring health and happiness to you and yours. 

A golden opportunity

For years I’ve dreamed about experiencing the Golden Door. Rated as the World’s Most Iconic spa by Conde Nast (article below), is certainly appealing and note-worthy, though I knew there was much more behind “the door” even beyond their noteworthy and very prestigious ranking. It took an unfortunate tragedy in my life to lead me to this golden property, for which I further understand what a magical chance this was to finally check in at the Golden Door.

This is, by no means, just a place to go and be pampered- though fear not- you will be pampered…til you can’t be pampered no more. Though the real beauty about this place is so much more than the pristine grounds and architecture, The Golden Door offers some of the best classes and treatments a gal could ask for. The Door is, simply put, transformational. In one day, I went on a 5 mile sunrise hike, had a massage, got a pedicure, had a full hour reiki private session, learned Fencing, took a meditation class, attended a sound bath and called it a night. I mean seriously? This is how we should live each and every day. (clearly I’m still basking in the golden glow of this place)

Just before the holidays I lost my best friend in the world-my one and only sibling, my brother. His passing was not only sudden it was a complete and utter heartbreak. I shut down- not eating, not sleeping, and completely dehydrated unless you count endless caffeine, so I guess you could say I was past dehydration, if you want to be real about it. Needless to say the grieving was taking quite a toll on me-body, mind and soul. Fortunately, I knew that if I was to continue on in this life without him I needed to find a way back to me. Back to life. Find a way, a reason to go on without him.

This lead me down the freeway to a small town in North County San Diego, to the Golden Door. I checked in on December 30th for 4 nights of checking out, to check in. And that’s exactly what I did- I checked IN. It was time to rest, relax, cry, grieve and write to get it all out. I have for so long eagerly awaited my chance to come to this beautiful retreat away yet at this time I was overwhelmed with such grief and thus filled with anxiety about what this experience would be. How could I possibly grieve around 30 random women I’ve never met before? As I had been in hiding since his passing, unable to talk to even those I love the most In my life. I truly was shut down and checked out.

To my surprise, It was as if the magic began the moment I stepped through the doors. From the breathtaking awe inspiring grounds, to the thoughtful detail that went into everything for my stay. Fully customized just for little ol’ moi. I’ve never in my life been so cared for and felt so supported. And this was just from Golden Door and its staff. The most beautiful gift was In the company I kept. Every. single. Woman. was amazing- truly phenomenal women. It’s as if we were bonded in sisterhood day one. Never have I shared such intimate vulnerable, emotionally provoking connection with women of all ages in my life. We all quickly came to realize that we all had our own lives at homes and challenges in life that came with it. And we were here to celebrate, grieve and honor one another-strangers or not, it didn’t matter. In fact, that amazing gift of holding space for one another was remarkable. Exactly what I needed to bear witness to- the beautiful gift of humanity and an authentic connection. To hug, to show love and support for someone you just met. I have never felt so supported in my life. I know this is precisely what I was asking for following the loss of my brother, as I had lost faith and hope in this world. I must say with complete gratitude that thankfully the Golden Door offered me the golden opportunity of a lifetime to connect, to heal and to commune with loving, kind souls who I will forever appreciate.

Thank you Golden Door for helping to heal this broken heart of mine and for the beautiful community of women who happened upon one another to enjoy this life together. I am forever grateful.

To explore your own transformative, golden experience- Check out what’s behind that beautiful door.
https://goldendoor.com

https://www.cntraveler.com/story/the-golden-door-is-the-worlds-most-iconic-spa