Just a few miles from the Mid-Century Modern dream that is Palm Springs is Desert Hot Springs, a sleepy little town that struggles with its identity. It still feels mired in the 1950s when celebrities (think: Rat Pack) lounged by the pool and soaked in the hot springs. I can still feel the ghost of Frank Sinatra walking by…
I don’t know about you, but when I’m not traveling, I’m pretty much homesick for all the places I’ve been. Food and culture in the US pale in comparison to my watercolor memories. But I’m fortunate enough to live in a city (San Diego) that has some pretty authentic global cuisine, including Spanish fare at Cafe Sevilla. Travel Pros, Unite! I’m a part of a meetup group called Travel Massive, a global organization that connects people who either work in travel (bloggers, travel agents) or who are simply enthusiastic about travel. We get to do all kinds of awesome things…
Growing up in Arkansas, I was accustomed to gentle mountains covered in trees. Lakes, filled to the brim with sparkling water. All in stark contrast to what surrounds me in San Diego County. On my first trip to Anza Borrego Desert, just two hours northeast of San Diego, I was agog at how different the landscape was from what I was used to. Slot canyons made of sand that crumbled at the touch wound around like a psychedelic dream. Ancient riverbeds — or even ocean beds — lay flat below sharp craggy rockmountains. We camped that first trip. The camping,…
This week I celebrated my 41st birthday. This was my cake last year, for my 40th. Yes, it was Wonder Woman (don’t judge. This year I had rainbows and unicorns. When I was 20, I had a Rainbow Brite cake.). My birthday wish is to see more of the world and come here to share it with you!