Some days you just need a weekend off, a reason to get away and a reason to do nothing. This past weekend was one of those weekends. I’ve been feeling the daily grind of life and was craving an adventure and a weekend escape – two of my favorite things. Dave and I decided Palm…
An hour south of Santa Barbara, inland from the gorgeous 101, nesting peacefully atop a hill, overlooking a one of a kind view of Simi Valley rests the Ronald Reagan Presidential Library and Museum. Since we moved north to Santa Barbara, I had been dying to go and finally, one Sunday we got our chance.…
Over the mountains and through the woods, to Denmark we go? That’s the saying right? If it’s not, it should be. Over the Santa Ynez Mountains and 40 miles from Santa Barbara lies the humble and bustling quaint town of Solvang. As soon as you enter the city you are transformed to another place and…
Many people think you must travel to corners of the earth, spend heaps of money and live this special life to find adventures and see beautiful things. Wrong! Beautiful places unfold before your very eyes if you only chose to open them. The United States covers almost 3.8 millions miles and is home to 58…
My toes sink between the sand as the hot Southern California sun breaths down my sweater. I closed my eyes and let the sun fill up my soul. Behind me, palm trees reach the sky and they dance back and forth against the ocean breeze. We were spending Thanksgiving weekend in one of my favorite…
Just because we circle the sun once more, add a digit to the year and turn the page in our book of life- doesn’t mean our souls grow old. Our bodies may age but our minds can stay young. I am forever a child at heart. This year, I celebrated my twenty-sixth birthday, which internally…
Each December, I create a small list of “must do” items that I want to accomplish in the next year. Some things are travel and bucket list items while others are more personal goals that I create to ensure I’m always pushing myself to be my best. This year, one of my personal goals was…
“My roots have grown but I don’t know where they are…” The best part of moving is having a brand new city to explore: new sights to see, new treats to taste, new wines to sample and more things to feel. I came to Santa Barbara kicking and screaming. I did not want to move…
The summer sun beat in through the lightly shaded windows around six am Sunday morning. I was sticky from the humid LA air already and I had barely opened my eyes. Fabulous. I nudged Dave and told him we had better get a move on. This wasn’t our first line waiting experience and we didn’t…
It’s hard to pin point the exact moment when you really, truly fall in love with a piece of music. It’s hard to decipher the exact moment when you hear a song, learn about a band or hear a note and suddenly, you’re swept away. You’re captured, lost and fully ‘in’ the moment with that…
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