Since my first semester in art school, the Nordic countries have been a magical land of inspiration for everything related to art and design. Needless to say, while traveling around Europe this summer, I couldn't skip over the beautiful city of Copenhagen. A quick jump from Berlin, Copenhagen feels like an entirely differently world. During a summer trip, the sidewalks overflow with picnickers and bikes abound as people make the most of the long days and perfect weather. Now, I always try to visit new places, but this is one that's worth a repeat!
Over the last few years, the world has observed as Colombia's image has shifted from crime-ridden country to top tourist destination. As various Colombian cities began to take their spots on lists of "places to go," I knew it was imperative to make it there sooner rather than later. When I arrived in Cartagena, I was not disappointed. The winding streets gave way to beautiful ocean views and colorful doors demanded my attention at every turn. Between the gorgeous old city, vibrant Getsemani, and the nearby Islas del Rosario, it was a week well-spent.
For a long time, Bali felt like a distant dream - a place I might never reach. So, when my girls over at Papaya Wellness offered a yoga and surf retreat on that magical, Indonesian Island, I was sold. The trip was filled with tons of yoga, some semi-successful surf sessions, and lots of wonderful experiences with the beautiful, Balinese people. From the busy streets of Kuta and the surfer vibes of Canggu to the quiet beaches of Balian and the spiritual center of Ubud, we got a feel for the varied culture that Bali had to offer - it was an incomparable trip.
Ever since kindergarten, I've heard stories about Iceland. My friend Jen was born on a naval base there and she'd always dreamed of going back. Years later and after scouring endless photos of the gorgeous landscape, this magical place had made it to the top of my (travel) bucket list. Needless to say, when my good friend Tania invited me to her wedding in Reykjavik, I jumped at the opportunity. It was a quick jaunt - just long enough to convince me that I must go back… very, very soon.
This wasn't my first visit to Tulum, but I was excited to head back this time, for my good friend Paula's wedding. It was a short trip and I generally try to spend time in places I've never been, but in this case, there was something soothing about spending time in a place I knew - even if just for a few days.
For as long as I can remember, I have always felt a pull to the beautiful country of Morocco. As a child traveling to Portugal every summer, I would beg my mom and step-dad to take a ferry across the straight of Gilbraltar. Flea market finds, Paulo Coelho books, and colorful magazine editorials only further fed the desire to visit a country that was, at once, so close and so unfamiliar. When the opportunity to take a 5-day trip presented itself this February, there was no doubt in my mind – I had to go to Morocco.
at the Jardin Majorelle
Ben Youssef Madrasa
The drive to California was a long one. Stuck on a highway for miles and miles, we rocked out to some classics and gazed at the mountains right outside of our windows. Palm Springs was a sight to see on the 4th of July. As locals and visitors clad in American Flag-inspired outfits began their morning over coffee and pancakes, we started on our adventure to Salvation Mountain. As an art school student studying Folk Art, I’d dreamed of this day for years and years. When we arrived, I was blown away.
There are places in the world that call to your soul, inexplicably. You head there with a feeling that you will leave more complete than when arrived. For me, that place has been the Southwest.
I’d spent 2 years exploring the large state of Texas, but I wanted more. Upon my arrival in Phoenix, I began to seek what I’d been waiting for all of these years. On my last day in the city, I met Trina. She was a beautiful, Navajo woman who immediately engaged me in a deep conversation about her culture. It was through this lens that my journey began. It was a trip filled with signs; they were at every turn – some that screamed out and others that whispered – they were obvious in a way that they can only be when one is truly present.
I didn't anticipate it when I got to Chile, but this country has become one of my favorite places in the world. The streets of Santiago are charming - surprises at every turn. With gorgeous architecture and welcoming people, I fell in love! After a few days, we headed out into the Chilean wine country - it did not disappoint! The wines were amazing, as they are known to be, and the lovely town that we visited had some of the best ribs I've ever had in my life. We rounded out the trip with a quick stop in Valparaiso - a beautiful, colorful port town filled with art and inspiration. From Pablo Neruda's very own window, I looked out to see sweeping views. Never have I had as profound an experience as to see the world from the same perspective as the powerful, Chilean poet. It was breathtaking.
The Sacred Valley is the kind of place that dreams are made of. It's lush and magical, a place unlike any other that I've visited. While it takes some time to get acclimated to the dramatic change in altitude - it's well worth it. I arrived on an early morning flight to Cusco, totally high on altitude sickness. But once the high-ness wore away, I found myself surrounded by an enchanting culture - sounds of indigenous flutes and loud drumming enveloped me. It was beautiful.
Every fall my family heads back to Portugal to celebrate my grandmother's birthday. She is an amazing person who, at 95 years old, is a force to be reckoned with. The time of year happens to coincide with the olive harvest in her village, Cortes. These images are from the last visit I had to this super special place.