No,
but really, I’m back! I took a bit of a blogging hiatus but don't you worry.
This
was one h e c k of a summer & boy do I have lots to share with you.
Summer
2016 was about self-exploration. Becoming aware of my true potential,
surrounding myself with only the best of people, stepping out of my comfort
zone, and challenging myself mentally and psychically. Us Americans get so caught up in our careers, spend endless amounts of time on dating apps trying to ‘find the one’,
spend $24 on a cocktail with a popsicle in it while walking on the most filthy NYC streets in our $600 heels,
talk about stupid.. So, I decided to escape it all… well only for 10 days, but man did it open my
eyes.
I was craving wanderlust.
I wanted to lose my self in culture, music, food, art and all the other things
I don’t take advantage of while I’m here, living in my tiny East Village
apartment. And you know what, I did all of that.
I hopped on a plane, met
my best friend in London, and did me. No itinerary. No reservations. No diet
restrictions. No heels. Just purely immersed myself.
Obvs. had to take a selfie w. a red phone booth in the heart of London- Cheerio!
I was clearly obsessed w. the Snapchat filters (#duh).
The Topshop on Oxford Street was like being in Disney World circa 1995, magical!
High tea was the most memorable, incredible part of my trip in London. High recommended! Pinkies up ;)
This photo was taken at brunch, moments before we sprinted to the airport to catch our flight to Ibiza. Needless to say, we entirely sweated through our clothes and looked like disheveled homeless people in the airport.
This was our gorgeous view from our hotel in Ibiza.
Night one was a complete success! We made friends with the locals, had a bit too much Sangria (& Sambuca) & ended up at Pacha night club & oh yeah the emergency room. It didn't stop me from partying until the sun came up though. When in Ibiza, right?!
#Shameless
The fashion in Ibiza was perfection. My aesthetic is bohemian, world traveler, chic. If you know anything about me, I'm obsessed with neon, pom-poms and tassels & I couldn't get enough!
This is my favorite picture of the trip. So much so that I bought a hand painted canvas of this exact street from a local artist. I dream of walking up and down these cobble stone roads. Pure beauty.
Ever dream of what heaven's like? Well let me tell you, if it's anything like this... sign me up. While the sun was beating on our sun kissed skin, we were sipping on perfectly chilled rose, listening to the best euro house music and notching on the most delish fresh caught salmon. TAKE ME BACK!
On every vacation it's my goal to find the best 'hole in the wall' restaurant suggested by a local. We took a cab across the island, took our sandals off to climb down the rocks and arrived at the 4 tables, no menu 'restaurant'. We had three choices of fresh locally caught fish to choose from. I want to confirm that we both ate the entire fish and it was freakin' amazing.
Barcelona is one of the most beautiful cities in the world. We most certainly saved the best for last..
Before leaving Ibiza we grabbed iced lattes at the most gorgeous waterfront restaurant. As we were chatting away the general manager came up to us and starting telling us about the island's hot-spots, unfortunately we were moments from hopping on our next flight. Instead, he quickly gave us a grand tour of the restaurant, rooftop lounge and insanely beautiful boutique. As we were heading out he asked us where we were off too next, once we said Barcelona he quickly ran to his iPad and came back to the table. Furiously typing he said in his cute Spanish accent "go here and tell them you are my friend".Well, let me just tell you... we ended up there every night. They had the most incredible drinks, like EVER. I still dream of that glorious jalepeno concoction. Not to mention we became friends with the entire staff.
God put Karena in my life when I needed her most. When I was at my lowest point. The first time we met, we immediately clicked. She just gets every ounce of me. When I need to truly and sincerly tell her something serious, she doesn't judge me. We lay all the cards on the table; open up about our childhood, talk about our deepest darkest secrets, we're vulnerable and real. We can sit on the couch together in mute without trying to fill that silence. She's my ultimate travel partner and I wouldn't want it any other way. She makes me laugh, she makes me cry but most importantly she makes me, me. Relationships come and go, but best friends are ... well ... forever. Like Carrie Bradshaw once said "Maybe our girlfriends are our soulmates, and guys are just people to have fun with".
I'll never forget this day. We toured the entire city by foot. I love getting lost in the architecture of a foreign city, listening to the medley of languages, not relying on technology and forcing yourself to converse with strangers.
We were on a mission for kale and green juice & we found the most adorable "Brooklyn-like" juice loft in the heart of the gothic quarter. It was FAB!!
I would consider myself spiritual, as I'm in touch with my body, mind and soul. Visiting cathedrals and connecting to my inner core is purifying. I felt so level headed and mentally connected, it was much needed!
The stories about this night can not be shared. This was a FAB night. That is all.
Like I have previously mentioned, I have a passion for finding the BEST local restaurants. After shopping all day we decided to take the public bus back to our balcony apartment, which we had rented. For some bizarre reason I had decided to ask this native Spanish speaking older woman what her favorite restaurant was. Well, My high school Spanish teach, Mr. Gonzales would have been VERY proud. I was able to make out the name and address. And boy and I glad I asked. I kid you not, it was the most delicious, authentic Spanish meal I have ever had in my entire life. I will not proceed to tell you what we ate and drank because you will never look at me the same. But we finished all... and went out a beach club after, which leads me to the picture below.
Dear Friends, please do not excessively eat and drink the night before an 8 hour flight. This image was captured during breakfast. To answer your question, yes, I was knocked out cold, face planted on the restaurant table. Oh, this was also before puking my brains out before my flight back to the States.
I hope you enjoyed my journey as much as I did ;)
xo,
Adele