My latest wanderlust endeavor lead me and my best friend from college on a trip to beautiful Palm Springs, California. Its one of those places you see a shit ton of Instagram posts about. Its a big hit with the older crowd for its spas and golf resorts but I’d like to think that its way more than that. I wouldn’t consider Palm Springs a tourist trap by any means. I mean most people stay a few nights there during Coachella, which is how you may have heard of it in the first place. But honestly, I found Palm Springs to be one of the most laid back places I have ever visited. Alive with every color of the rainbow imaginable. And the palm tree lined streets were an added bonus. I couldn’t help but to feel happy there. I was expecting a certain level of elitism but I got the exact opposite.
Continuing on with my summer filled with trips throughout the states, I decided to high tail it to Oregon. I have family that recently relocated there, so the timing couldn’t have been anymore perfect. Never in my life have I seen a place so green! And coming from an area where the air is extremely polluted with smog and the likes of refineries, Oregon was literally a breath of fresh air.
The coolest thing I found about Oregon were all of the green/eco-friendly initiatives. It was weird asking for a to-go box and not be given styrofoam. And everywhere seemed extremely walkable. I didn’t really get a chance to explore Portland. Most of my stay was in the quaint little town of Independence. I swear, I could’ve just roamed the main street the entire time and been content with life. I walked around and found a cute Thai restaurant for lunch. And one of my favorite past times that I’ve grown fond of is finding a local ice cream parlor. The simple things that make us happy, right?
Oregon is such a scenic state. Like I literally was in awe taking in everything I was seeing. I didn’t want to do anything else other than to sit and stare at God’s wonderful creations. Something about being out in nature is very humbling and soothing at the same time. I went on this trip with a heavy heart and a completely stressed out mind. Somehow, I managed to find peace. Being amongst family helped tremendously too, but I was actually able to just relax. You know how there are some trips you take to be adventurous, while others you take solely to do absolutely nothing but just.. be? Totally one of the latter type of trips.
And of course, I had to splurge on dinner at least once. I give you Garlic Mashed Potatoes and Crab Stuffed Salmon with a Hazelnut Bleu Cheese Salad. Yum-MEEE!!!
What I wouldn’t give to be back there staring at a view like this every day.
Until next time Oregon… I’ll definitely be back!
I was determined to have a jam packed summer, full of road trips and lots of sun. I made it happen, and it was glorious. First up on the list was New Orleans. Because you can’t ever go wrong with NOLA. I spent a great deal away from Bourbon Street. I know that’s usually the go to spot for out of towners, but seriously, there are SO many unique and cool things about New Orleans outside of Bourbon Street. However, making at least one appearance for a hand grenade is ok.
This trip, I visited Frenchman Street as well as the Garden District. I was blown away. In all my years of visiting this wonderful city, I never witnessed the beauty of these places. The Frenchman Street Art Market was definitely on my list. So many cool things to see and buy from the local artists.
I know you’re wondering about it. And yes, the food was delicious! But I mean, its New Orleans, what did you expect?
One of the best things about driving through Louisiana on the way to New Orleans are the pit stops in between. Cracklins are a must!
My mom’s side of the family resides in the Greater New Orleans area, so naturally, I spent a lot of time there growing up. But somehow, this trip was different. This trip stirred up a fire in me that I thought had died out. Life gets hard sometimes and trying to maintain your sense of imagination and creative spirit can be taxing on the mind in the midst of it all. This trip, I did a lot of self reflection. The long walk through beautiful Audubon Park leading up to the riverfront was freeing in its own right. As some of you may know, my mom died when I was eight. I couldn’t help but take in all the beauty around me while thinking “Man, my mom grew up here? In such a cool place?”. I feel like I was supposed to experience this New Orleans. I don’t really know much about her, but I feel like my sense of adventure comes from her. And in a way, I feel like I connected and shared this moment with her spiritually. This was the start of something good.