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Istanbul, not Constantinople

Perhaps it was my love for They Might be Giant’s Istanbul not Constantinople that kicked off my interest and desire to explore Türkiye early on in life. And luckily…Finally, after a long reprieve of no International travel due to the pandemic, it was time to get my sea legs back and go abroad. It had been my mom’s life long dream to go to Egypt and I thought, “since we’re in the area” let’s start in Turkey. So that’s exactly what we did. Took a flight from LA-London and straight to Istanbul. Thankfully, my mom and I have been to Morocco together, so we knew we were in for quite a feast for all our sights for our trip ahead.

We landed in Istanbul and were whisked away on a journey into the city. We arrived to our beautiful hotel, just in time for call to prayer. And honestly, after this insanely long trip, felt like a true blessing to be there and hear it welcome us to the city. After almost 24 hours of travel, it was time for bed. Tomorrow: The city awaits.

We strolled around Istanbul with child-like wonderment. The Sights, the sounds, the smells. Oh Myyyy Gawdddd, the smells. This place is ridiculous when it comes to spice and flavor. Please come to savor, all that is Turkey, it’s absolutely delicious. And speaking of spices, don’t forget to stock pile every single spice you never even knew you needed. I don’t even cook and I freeze dried many-a-packs of Turkish seasoning to Bring home to the US of A. Though there is plenty more to purchase at the markets above and beyond spices. GOLD< GOLD< GOLD you’ll think you’ve struck gold in the endless stalls selling gold by the weight, all served with a ton of charm, a cup of tea and some Turkish delights. (Yep, it really is a thing. And a thing you will find absolutely EVERYWHERE).

For me, personally, I was obsessed with the Turkish cotton and linens- from the robes, to the shawls, I loved it all. And of course, ALL things Evil Eye. Sadly, I was traveling by carry on- so, my selections were limited. And strategic, to ensure I could somehow, someway, drag It all on back with me.

Though shopping with locals tends to be one of my favorite activities while in a foreign land. It’s a great way to converse and connect. Not to mention, I do love a good purchase! Though, I’ll have to say that this time it was about diving into the history and foundation of the culture. And dive in, we did- into the hamamm. If you’ve never been, I highly suggest it. I wish there were more in the states, as it’s not just your average “spa” by any means….these are centuries old bathhouses. This one was over 300 years old. As noted by the chipping paint from walls and ceilings, even the musty smell that lingered despite the incredible upkeep. And I loved everything about it. We were greeted with tea and….yep, you guessed it, Turkish delights. Then taken to our own changing suite, complete with basic items, towels, robe, slippers and the weirdest cotton/paper panty I’ve ever seen. You’re taken to the sauna to sit and sweat before your gal comes to bring you into the bath house where the “Car wash” begins. I’ve been to a hamam before in Morocco and as lovely as they both are- two totally different experiences. This “Car wash” as my friends and I now refer to it as, starts with you laying on a marble bench while they drape bubbles all over you. It is heaven. Not even sure how they do what they do, though I will say, its just plain heaven.

Mosques, Mosques and more Mosques. We certainly got our share of Mosques when in Istanbul. And these are so much more than places of worship- they are simply stunning in design, interior and the grandness of them all. It can be tricky to time your visits, in that there are specific times that visits are allowed, due to prayer time and also the very long lines leading their way in. But it is worth the wait.

Sultanahmet District-Prime location for all the touristic exploration you could hope for. Although we stayed on the other side of the bridge to view Istanbul from the water onward. If you want to be in the heart of the attractions, this is where you want to be.

Tops for Turkey:
Topkapi Palace- Luxurious home to the Ottoman Empire for over 400 years. Features stunning grounds, views and…one of my favorites, their fashion, kaftans and jewels! Truly outstanding.

Hagia Sophia– Constructed in the 6th century and is truly awe-inspiring.

Blue Mosque– another site that is a must in Istanbul. And thankfully just across a beautiful garden from Hagia Sophia.

Basilica Cistern– a subterranean cistern that is a beautiful underground experience. There always seems to be a line, though fret not, it goes quickly.

Bosphorous Cruise– Cruise up and down the waterways of Turkey between both Europe and Asia. The architecture and views are stunning on both sides of the country.

Galata Tower– historic watchtower and beacon of focus on a fun-filled, hillside shopping and dining district.

Cagaloglu Hamami– The 300 year old Hamam where you can experience tried and true treatments for relaxation and self-care. Be sure to book a reservation and then prepare yourself for a whole lotta bubbles!

Life

La-La-Lockdown

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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. 

Life

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….

Culture, Travel

an honorary Latina with a love for Mexico

I’m beyond grateful for the chance to enjoy living alongside Mexico for the last 19 beautiful years.  Living in San Diego for close to a decade, Mexico became that familiar neighbor,  that’s so closely intertwined into your community.  It may seem rather odd that a gal from my Lancaster, Pennsylvanian (Amish country) would have such a connection and love for Mexico.  Having only studied French, oddly enough, I’ve always had a deep connection to Latin cultures and was thrilled for the opportunity to learn more about my neighboring . For over 6 years, I headed up marketing and partnerships for a shopping center that drew in a very large, consistent and loyal Mexican National shopper.   I’ve built multiple homes for families in Tijuana and Tecate- days that (still to this day) are some of my most amazing days of my life.  Then, having had the chance to work across the border I expanded my reach beyond TJ and Baja, to Guadalajara, Monterrey and Mexico City.  Now that some of my closest friends were either born in or are Mexican, it was time for me to get to know Mexico.  Beyond the border and above the sea.  The heart of Mexico.  Mexico City.

Working with and spending time with all my friends from TJ, it quickly became a joke (that apparently seemed to stick) was that I was their honorary Latina.  Although I’ve traveled to many places within Mexico, I was beyond eager to really dive into Mexico City.  Quite literally, since Mexico City sits upon it’s original watery roots.  It’s been built upon the sea.  And thus the reason you will notice many sidewalks even structures set unevenly along your path.  Though this city offers endless history and connections to it’s long standing past.  This city has seen it’s share of tragedy.  And yet the history offers something phenomenal.  An energy that’s hard to explain. And that’s not just near the mystical pyramids- yet often throughout this place.  From the ruins, to the museum district, set within a gorgeous green-for-days park- there’s boundless offerings within the city.  As for dining you can enjoy the simple pleasures of street taco’s to the gourmet and delectable food offerings in some of the trendy hot spots of Polanco, Condesa and Roma.  However, as luck would have it…and as a true Francophile, I ended up staying on the Champs Elysees in Polanco.  (Apparently, even in Mexico I can’t help but be drawn to most things Parisian!)  Though this is Not Paris…This is Mexico City…with plenty to taste, see, hear and explore.  Here’s a list for starters:

Teotihuacan Pyramids–  Barrio de la Purificacion, San Juan Teotihuacán, State of Mexico, Mexico
A Must see and UNESCO World Heritage Site, be sure to make Teotihuacan a priority for your visit to Mexico City. An abandoned city with pyramids and temples as far as the eye can see.  (And of course, the views from the top of the pyramids aren’t too shabby either- as they offer miles of endless views)  Not to mention, the energy is simply incredible.  You could sense the energy and the differences between the sun and moon pyramid.  One was ‘light and fluffy'(sun)- the other pyramid was more dark and ominous (moon).  While on top of the Sun pyramid, there were butterflies all around, children laughing, overall just a great vibe.  However, on the moon pyramid (which is known to have played host for sacrifices.  Fascinating to see and experience the difference between the two.  As for a visit to the pyramids-  I’d highly suggest a morning arrival during the warm months (most of the year) as it gets rather toasty out there…especially while climbing up and down pyramids for most of your visit.

La Gruta– Circuito Arqueologico, San Francisco Mazapa, 55820 San Juan Teotihuacán, MEX, Mexico
Have you ever dreamed of dining in a Cave?  Even if not, the answer is still YES.  Just a quick drive out of the pyramids to a real deal, gorgeous…and might I add romantic restaurant that resides within a cave.  Day or night, this cave is candlelit and inviting.  In fact, before exiting the cave one is to light a candle as they embark on……..
Even Travel & Leisure makes note of this special place:
http://www.travelandleisure.com/food-drink/restaurants/mexico-city-cave-restaurant

Chapultepec Castle– a beautiful castle, turned museum that resides on the top of the hill upon Chapultepec Park.  (A park that offers a beautiful park experience, in addition to endless museums and culture gathered in this stunning retreat within the city.

National Museum of Anthropology (Museo Nacional de Antropologia)-
Avenida Paseo de la Reforma | Chapultepec Polanco, Mexico City 11560, Mexico
Far and away one of the best natural history museums across the globe.  Be sure to allow ample time as there is much to discover and explore within!

and…as if this even needs to be said:  OBVIOUSLY, there are plenty of amazing eats around this city.  From street tacos in what looks to be a drive through parking lot- that will blow your mind, to the culinary masterpieces found all over this fabulous city.  Mexico City is sure to satiate your senses with its cuisine and beyond……..

 

Beer.  Tacos.  Any questions?

A view from the top.  Moon pyramid.

Just a teaser of the pyramids.  Go for yourself and see!

La Gruta- dining in a cozy, candlelit cave.

 
Culture, Travel

Learning the Hustle in Marrakesh

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For many years I have longed to go to Morocco.  I had planned to go a few times before and each time something happened that prevented me from going.  Though learning how to trust in the timing of life is one of my biggest goals and concentrations- so certainly it makes sense that it has been a journey to go on a journey to Morocco.  This time, I was bringing along my 67 year old mother.  Now let me tell you this is no ordinary 67 year young woman.  She is absolutely fabulous.  A fit blonde who is ever stylish with energy for days.  Yep.  Me and my cute little mom on an journey to Morocco.  I wanted to ensure we had a full experience so we coupled Morocco with Portugal.  I mean in the grand scheme of things they’re right next door.  It would be a miss not to indulge in one more country while in the neighborhood.

So, off we flew to Lisbon where we spent two lovely days and nights before off on our trip to Morocco.  First up, Casablanca which thankfully was merely a 7 hour layover- offering more than ample time to take a peek at the madness that is Casa.  (As the locals call it)  That evening, we were off again.  This time to Marrakech (As the French spell it).  Arriving at night, was probably not the most ideal scenario.  For one, taxi’s are always there to be negotiated with.  However, at night they request bigger fares for the same route…simply because they can.  Our driver was very sweet and drove us into the medina where our Riad was located.  Unfortunately, the alleyways which most riads are located are down small corridors where cars are unable to drive-(This is saying a lot for the already insane driving that you experience with Morocco)  So, our driver dropped us and our bags off at the corner where he thought our riad would be, on this small street.  Instantly, we were greeted by a highly boozed up man who claimed he worked this alley to help people find their riad, and all at no cost to us. (Free! Hmmmm.)  We tried numerous times to let him know we were all set and didn’t need his alleged services.  Clearly we needed guidance, as it can be beyond confusing trying to find what alleyway, yet alone which doorway is yours.  Nonetheless,  we were not looking for him to take us there.  Regardless, he led us down a very dark corridor to our riad where I started ringing the doorbell with reckless abandon in hopes they would come and Save Us!  I ran into the riad and the owner kindly escorted this drunken hustler away.  Regardless of being safe and sound in our new home for the next two nights, we were a tad freaked out.  Just arriving in a very new country and significant change in culture had left us feeling a bit frazzled.  We decided to enjoy the Riad’s rooftop and hit the hay early that night as an entire day of adventure awaited us the very next day.

It began with a french breakfast- nothing here for me not to love.  Followed by having to hunt down a cab and head to our appointment at Les Bains de Marrakech.  My very first time at a Houmam.  Lets just say I hope it’s not my last.  It was heavenly.  They wash you down with black soap.  Followed by one of the most intense scrubs I’ve experienced to date.  And lastly a mask painted onto your body for you to then lie inside the intense sauna heat and bake, baby, bake.  Then it was onto a shower, some poolside relaxation then off to an hour long massage.  All for the incredible price of around 60 euro’s.  Oui, Oui, S’il Vous Plait!!

Clearly after all of this relaxation, we were in need of some amazing Moroccan cuisine.  Rooftop, with views of the city and the sounds of call to prayer.  The call to prayer is something I’ve not experienced before.  So captivating.  So unique.  Sent chills down my spine each and every time.

We managed, as we always do to fit some market shopping in before rushing off to the new YSL museum.  We had hoped to tour the Majorelle gardens as well, though time didn’t allow for all of it.  Regardless, the museum was an intimate showcase of timeless YSL designs and couture.

No trip to Morocco would be complete without a trip to the desert.  On a camel, of course.  This, although super touristic, was such a special treat for my mom and I to enjoy together.  Sure we were dressed in the traditional garb and took endless photo’s of us on our new found transportation.  It was certainly memorable.

The night finished off in a traditional fashion- by taking in the sights and sounds of the souks.  It’s more than I could have even imagined.  Stimulation from every side.  Every where you looked- someone was hustling to get you into eat at their food stand, to take a picture with their chain linked monkey, to paying for a band whose singer has a goat on his head.  You can’t make this shit up!  It was intense.  Every where you looked, you were either fending off someone attempting to sell you something or making sure your purse was still attached.  Everyone claiming to be offering you something for “no money!”  Oddly enough then they most all request 60 euros.  For just about anything.  So, after endless No’s and trying to keep moving in the souks, clearly it was time for a drink.  We were spent.  Mentally.  So on to dinner we quickly escorted ourselves to a second floor restaurant within the heart of the souk.  And the traditions didn’t stop there.  We sat with live music, belly and candelabra donned dancers while taking in all the flavors of Morocco.  Following dinner, we felt more relaxed having finished off a bottle of wine. We were now officially ready to take on the madness of the market.  Or so I thought.

Just moments later, as we were onto shop around a lantern stall, a woman comes up and starts drawing henna all over my hand.  And I do mean ALL OVER.  My hand, my wrist and every single finger now covered in henna.  In just the blink of an eye.  In fact it happened so quickly i didn’t have time to respond and actually pull my hand away from what had quickly become her canvas.  As lovely as it looked- it was not something I wanted.  Especially since in just 3 days I’d be back to the corporate world in the US where Henna painted all over ones hand isn’t necessarily the corporate look my company is looking for. Not to mention, she was now trying to hustle me for…can you guess?  Yep, you guessed it 60 euros.

After this experience, I was officially over the hustle and bustle of the souks, so we decided to pack up our finds and call it a night.  If only we still had our handy dandy and ever loyal camels to carry us back home, our night would have been ever complete.   Nonetheless, we had the chance to experience Morocco in all it’s madness, mayhem, delight and wonder.   I hope to return some day- fully armed and ready to Do the Hustle.  Until next time, Marrakesh.

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Life

Homecoming

For as long as I can recall I’ve had what was before a bit of a quiet obsession with France.  Growing up with a Grandfather who traveled the world a zillion times.  Even going to Epcot at DisneyWorld meant that I could finally make my way to my beloved.  (Or at the very least, a kids view of what Paris must be like).  Then the weekend of my 21st birthday I found my dream of going to Paris finally fulfilled.  I honestly cried when I made my way out of the Metro for the first time to find the L’arc de Triumphe so graciously welcoming me to her city.  Studying in England allowed me to discover Europe, the joys of traveling and most importantly the incredible freedom I feel when traveling.  This is where it all began for me.  Thankfully for years following I often found myself vacationing in France.  From dating a head Chocolatier and touring France with he and his family to moving there on my own in my late 30’s- just two years ago, Ahem….

The other night I decided I needed my “fix.”  Time to get home, I felt.  So, just like that- trip purchased and excitement in my heart.  I’m going home!!  It’s not about going to see the “typical Parisian hotspots” it’s about just being.  There.  To walk those streets fills me beyond belief.  There are no words to explain the feeling I get in that beautiful place.  Much of the time I’ve spent in Paris have been just me, myself and I.  Perhaps that’s part of the reason I love it so much.  For I love to get up, grab a noisette and a baguette and hit the streets.  From its diverse landscape of cultures and people, to the most divine architecture and layout- Ohhhh Paris how I love thee.  I’m anxiously awaiting the morning smell of the boulangerie baking some of the most succulent treats to be found around the globe.  Walking through pristine gardens that offer hours of relaxing moments to yourself or to cherish the laughter of children and families playing by your side.  Not to mention Paris at night- truly magical.  Something about the soft lighting, tree lined streets accented by classic Haussmann buildings.  You know you’re experiencing some of the best of history under the soft light of this spectacular city…and often under the shining beam coming from the Eiffel Tower.  C’est magnifique!

Life, Travel

Created in Cuba. 99% Diseno Cubano

When traveling I often search high and low to find something that truly speaks to not only the country but also the culture of its people.  I didn’t have any great expectations when going to Cuba, except for the typical Cuban souvenirs of cigars and rum.  To which I returned with neither of them.  Throughout my travels, I often have a hard time trying to find the right purchases that truly speak to the country.  Visiting Italy and France were surprisingly disappointing when hoping to find unique couture that spoke to their incredibly rich history of fashion.  And it seems across the world we have become so global that these same brands make their appearance around the world.  From the H&M’s to the Zara’s of the world.  Believe me, I mean no disrespect as I’m happy to support them too. However, when I travel I want something authentic and hopefully something that ultimately benefits its people who reside there.  And in this case, I FINALLY was successful.  Although we truly happened to stumble upon this place, it was a total diamond in the rough.  For many of the streets throughout Havana can be a bit questionable in places.  This is what gives this places its rich flavor and diversity though finding this little place, Clandestina was certainly a welcomed and celebrated discovery.

Clandestina is a boutique that offers upcycled EVERYTHING.  From t-shirts, to cosmetic bags and totes- their entire inventory had lived a previous life as something else before.  Since I am such a bag lady I decided a Cuba cosmetic bag was an essential take away from this adorable store.  I also found the “need” to purchase a neon green handkerchief donned with T-Rex all over it.  (Imagine, the heat in Havana is so intense, I justified this purchase by thinking I’d use this to keep myself dry in the humidity of the city)  Haha.  Whatever helped justify something I didn’t truly need.  Though I felt the need to support this business.  Not only was it a way to repurpose but also a new hope for Havana- cleaning up what otherwise would end up in the trash and instead offered the elderly of Cuba a chance to make money.  So, apparently my purchase was justified from the moment I walked in the door.  Besides, we were on a People to People trip- no better way to contribute than in supporting and promoting their efforts and forward thinking.

It was apparent through this trip that many are trying to move Cuba forward, past all the struggle and open to creating new opportunities for all.  We rented an AirBnB and on the last day of our stay, the woman who came to clean our place told us about the reality of making money in Cuba.  As she sat at the table folding white paper and glueing them together to make envelopes for Tourist to purchase items from the locals- like myself.  I noticed I already had many of these same bags in my possession from shopping the local markets, that she had made for the tourists.  The sad part about it all was that she had to make 100 of these envelopes to make $1.00.  Talk about perspective.  This is where you truly dive into the culture and it’s people to see how people are living across the world.  She was such a hard worker with the most incredible spirit.  Instantly my friend and I realized here was another chance to give back to the people of Cuba.  We left her Nike’s, Michael Kors sandals, a boat load of toiletries and so on.  It was the least we could do to support this woman who was striving to make a difference in her life however she could.  She showed us the incredible spirit and dedication to keep moving forward to create the Cuba that this society has yearned for, for lifetimes.  Cuba Libre!!

For your chance to support their efforts-
http://clandestinacuba.com

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An unrealistic Romance with a place called Cuba.

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My love for Latin culture runs deep.  The irony is I have no idea why.  I grew up with German roots in Lancaster, Pennsylvania and yet a salsa song comes on and you’d think I’m busy celebrating my very own Quincenara.  I’ve been fortunate enough to enjoy many incredible adventures to Latin countries- from Colombia to Costa Rica and now to Cuba.  I’ve wanted to go to Cuba for so many years I’ve lost count.  When Obama opened up travel, I was thrilled for the chance to finally learn more about this country, it’s people, arts and music and get the Real Real on this country.

Needless to say, I was a bit…..hmmm, how shall we say, oddly surprised?

I know my expectations might be slightly off- The spirits of Buena Vista Social Club Streets playing throughout the streets, while couples dance Salsa with reckless abandon.  Instead, it was more like streets ripped up. Riddled with trash. Clearly uncared for, for decades.  This country has endured a lifetime of entrapment, not only NOT moving forward….not staying as is either, as nature still manages to take its course in dilapidating and breaking down not only the land but also the buildings.  This stunning beautiful architecture crumbling and dilapidated. People residing in buildings that have no windows, floors of rubble.  Perhaps even a tree growing out from where the foundation used to be.

Inspired and stunning architecture still remains within the soul of this city.  Even if most of the buildings appear to be dilapidated, blown out- as if a war had taken its toll.  Though in reality, most of these buildings being owned by the government and unfortunately not upkept by its residents has turned this great potential into a sad reality.

As you walk the streets you can feel the pain this city has endured.  From the many years of revolution and take over from other countries.  This is not a city to be taken lightly.  For it’s people have incredible heart and determination.  Not to mention loyalty.  To my surprise, everywhere I turned was either the image of Che or a memorial of sorts for their recently lost Fidel.  I’ve never been to a communist country before this excursion and I was apparently a bit surprised to discover, learn, experience and bear witness to the life within.  And yet with all of this said, this place is still incredibly hopeful.  Mangrove trees line the streets.  A colorful life exists around them.  And the people, who offer beautiful smiles, despite the struggle are filled with the spirit and soul to believe that one day Cuba can truly be CUBA LIBRE!

 
Culture, Fashion

Custom “Made in Italy”

As an American who has worked in the world of retail and fashion for most of my career, it was top on my list to explore, discover and purchase all the incredible “couture” I could find during my 3 months living abroad. My first week alone, I can recall walking…or rather, sprinting on a serious mission to find my new fashion mecca for something unique and oh so french.  Sadly, I was rather disappointed to find most of the boutiques were of the brands I’m already well versed in.  Not that I was disappointed to find the original Goyard, or strolling along streets that housed Dior, Kenzo, Louis Vuitton, Saint Laurent, and the like.  Though I was hoping to find my very own treasure trove.

After weeks in Paris doing my own “research” and coming up empty handed.  Ok, that’s not entirely true, as I was still scoring some incredible fashion-obviously.  I was not finding the Made In France finds I had hoped for.

So, before heading to the U.S., I went to Italy now completely determined to find something custom and rare throughout my tour-de-Italia!  Off to Florence, I went.  I mean, this is after all, the home to some of the top world renown brands that put Italian fashion on the map!  Although I did manage to find a few boutiques that offered Made In Italy labels, it wasn’t what I had dreamed up on my hunt. In addition to the fashion houses that call Florence home, you can also find the Gucci Museum as well as the Salvatore Ferragamo museum, which I personally LOVED.  It housed years of collections from the most glorious, gorgeous shoes a girl could dream of!  Needless to say, I was able to get my dose of fashion while in Florence, even if I didn’t find a new collection of “collectables” along the way.  Thankfully, however, I made up for my minimal shopping by consuming as much glorious pasta and vino I could get my hands on.  So much for shopping, time for a new Italian indulgence!

We travel to experience something new.  To experience new culture.  To enjoy a new viewpoint in life.  To FIND ITALIAN CLOTHING.  Luckily, I experienced new culture, appreciated the historic beauty and essence of Italy, though I came up empty handed in regards to discovering some new Haute Couture.  For me, it’s about exploring and discovering not only the local flavor and certainly the fashion.  Guess that means I’ll just simply have to be back again soon to Do it Again!  Ciao for now Couture…

Fashion

PFW…Paris Fashion Week 2015- street side fashion

Since I’m fortunate enough to live in this fabulous city during the most incredible time of year- Fall fashion, a girl simply must check out all the insanity that is Paris Fashion Week!

So, my favorite “Scot” and I went on an adventure to see what we could scope out.  And it certainly did not disappoint.  Other than the Fashion.  HUH?  How is that?  It’s fashion week!

Sure, you always see postings from Fashion Week as to the “street side fashion” and it’s always outrageous and something to note.  Though this truly was baffling to see some of the ensembles that some seemed to “throw together” for some of the best events of the week.

We went to the Grand Palais to check out those going in and out of Barbara Bui.  This was my take from it- stunning models, leaving post-show, that still looked quite chic.  Though what about those who were in attendance.  I saw a woman with gold confetti fringe that was appalling to say the least, to a guy wearing a white tee, white jeans and a Robin hood hat.  WHAT?  You had a seat in a FASHION SHOW.  And not just any fashion show- A top global brand!!

We followed up this show by heading to The Academie des Beaux Arts in Saint Germain where LANVIN was showing in hopes of spotting some much better and stylish wears.  Here we were sure that true fashionistas and the well dressed would be.  YET AGAIN, highly disappointed.  Honestly, it appeared as though most were pulling together a few items from their closet and throwing it on.  No incredible outfits that were in attendance.   And this is for one of the best fashion iconic brands in Paris!!

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Luckily, we spotted the ever-fabulous Anna Wintour coming into the event and Anna Della Rosso, the also incredibly stylish fashionista from Vogue who looked simply stunning.  Though other than that…it was truly a hodgepodge of so called fashion.

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I am fully aware that the Hipster vibe seems to be the fashion of today and to represent a look that is much more downplayed.  Or the fact that many are trying to get some lovin’ from “street side fashion” though to me, Fashion Week, is a time to pull out ALL Stops!  Time to dress your best, to pay homage to the brand you’re attending and wear something, dare I say, Fashionable?  As for what is fashion forward, street chic or simply ridiculous….I’ll let you decide!

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