Half birthday celebration/half submitting my master’s thesis celebration, Max and I spent five days in Norway hiking rain and shine. We flew into Oslo on Thursday morning, rented a car from the airport, and proceeded to drive 8 hours to Bergen, a city on the country’s west coast. It was a long haul, but the fjords, untouched countryside, and peak fall foliage made it worth it. Hailing from New England, the leaf peeping capital of the world, I can appreciate a brilliant display of autumnal colors, and it was especially nice to experience that in Norway, because, in Berlin, the leaves fall hard and the foliage is quick and dirty. Driving was an ideal way to see Norway’s varied landscape, and it gave us the opportunity to stop as we pleased, take pictures, and recaffeinate.
Having lived in big cities (NYC and Berlin) for nearly the past eight years, I’ve had time to properly diagnose that unruly feeling of restlessness prompted by urban living, or perhaps by staying in the same place anywhere, really, for an extended period of time. The usual suspects certainly help — exercise, sunshine, quality time, shopping, and wine (I think we can bunch the lot under self-love) — but nothing scratches that itch quite like a literal mini-break from reality. Best taken every two months or so, and under no circumstances, should one go an entire season without a little vaca.
A month of intensive German classes paired with a not-so-summery Berlin summer really sweetened the deal that was a week on Mallorca. This well known island, and Ibiza’s trusty brother, is located in the Mediterranean Sea and is the largest of the Balearic islands. It’s part of Spain, but during high season this is hardly apparent as 90% of the inhabitants are German and British tourists. In searching for the right spot to stay on the island, Max and I wanted to have easy beach and hiking access, and to avoid the crazy party scene but still be near a restaurant and bar hub. After deliberation between southeast and northeast parts of the island, we settled on Port de Pollença and couldn’t be happier with our decision.
London, UK Amidst studying for final exams, a mini break was much needed, so Max and I hopped over to London for the weekend. We stayed with my friend Kaley and her boyfriend in Islington, and certainly made the most out of the 36 hours we had together.
To transition from New York City to Berlin, Max and I chose to settle down in the New Hampshire countryside for a bit. We’ve been here for nearly four months, yet somehow it still feels like vacation. That this weekend or the next we’ll return to our cozy little East Village apartment and routine New York life will be restored.
As promised, my favorite spots on Ko Lanta are here! Noon Sunset Viewpoint Restaurant, Kantiang Bay Deliciously fresh Thai food, the tastiest cocktails (and good wine, which was particularly difficult to find throughout Thailand), friendly staff, and the most breathtaking sunset view make Noon my favorite restaurant that we frequented on the trip. The view is stunning — the terrace-style restaurant is situated on a cliff overlooking Kantiang Bay — and the Thai food is to die for. My favorites were the fresh veggie spring rolls and the seafood curry served in a coconut (totally had to break my veganism for that one, over and over again).
You can expect to see the unexpected in New York City; people and buildings worthy of second glances. I regret not taking a picture of the man dubbed Chandelier and his friend King Charles V…or was it the VI? Chandelier had metallic dreadlocks that he habitually spray-painted gold, and King Charles was a wandering man with nothing but a rocking horse and a portfolio of amateur photographs. I purchased a King Charles original print for $1, and he kindly signed the back with a personal message: “I like pizza”.
I’m very health conscious, but I’m also a Libra, so I like to balance my diet with a little something sweet. As with most things in NYC, the options for candy stores are boundless, and in order to find the best ones, you have to know where to look. The West Village is where you’ll find New York’s primo sweet (and Swedish) spot. Sockerbit, a self-serve candy bar, offers varied and delicious treats with the most amusing names. I enjoy the Vattenmeloner, Skumshots, Pasta Basta Lordgubb and Surnyckel, which were labeled “Sour Wrenches” at the store.
Skipped a season or two, but now seems as good a time as any for a new post. So much has happened since last I wrote (February?), but I’ll try to keep this short-ish and Thailand-centric and share a bit more of the past few months in later posts. Every time I’m inspired to write a post I’m convinced, or rather hoping, that the inspiration will last and I’ll finally get this whole blog thing rolling. Here’s to hoping.