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Italiana

Rome, Italy

…and a month later here I am! Now THAT was a hell of a trip. To those of you who don’t follow our shenanigans on Instagram, we spent the last month cruising with the familia, and traveling to our favourite spots around Europe. I can’t believe how much time has gone by, and how many incredible memories we’ve made, yet it all went by so fast. Took a little break from posting on the blog to try to enjoy the little moments, but I’m so glad to be back to tell you all about it, and relive it for myself…especially the eating portions of the journey. Don’t get me wrong, family is great and all, but have you had spaghetti cacio e pepe in Roma?…now that first bite is the kind of vacation memory I strive to continue making for the rest of my days. Also Bonci Pizza pictured below…I recommend you don’t look at those pictures on an empty stomach.

As much as I’d like to wax poetic about my love for bucatini amatriciana all day, I should probably tell you where we adventured during the course of this month long binge eating sesh. We had the immense joy of joining my parents, brother and his family in Barcelona right in time to celebrate my birthday with the whole gang. We ate, we partied, we did a sightseeing tour bus ride…it was fab. Next up was a week long cruise aboard the Symphony of the Seas, and let me tell you, we had fun. Nothing quite like being stuck in one big room with your entire clan, especially the little ones. We visited Marseille, Portofino, Naples…we ate Pizza in Naples. All of my tangents seem to lead to food…sorry. After we disembarked from the ship it was time to say goodbye to my little amigos and take my parents to Ibiza. That’s right folks, for the second year in a row I have had the immense joy of taking my parents to the EDM capital of the world. We ate, we partied, no sightseeing tour bus ride this time, but  it was fab nonetheless. All jokes aside Ibiza is one of my very favourite places to travel to, and one I will most likely continue to visit until the day comes where it will be my kids’ turn to drag me along.

…and then we arrived to where these very pictures were taken, in the eternal city of Roma. Where…you guessed it, We ate, we ate, and we ate. No partying or tour bus necessary to have a fab time here let me tell you. Trip doesn’t end there, but because I have to save some good stuff for the next one, I’ll keep the end of our journey spoiler free. Until then, here are some memories we made…you guessed it, eating. Enjoy!

Juniper and Blanc sunnies, Zimmermann jumpsuit, and Christian Dior necklace, bag, and flats.

Ferrari Challenge

Montreal, Canada

What can I say, I have the need, the need for speed! This past Grand Prix weekend we had the immense pleasure to be invited by Ferrari, to come visit their paddock and live the full Ferrari Challenge experience during the Montreal Grand Prix at Circuit Gille Villeneuve. The Ferrari Challenge was one that was immediately familiar to me, as growing up, my friend Olivia and I would run around this same paddock, as her father was one of the participating drivers. It’s an incredible race,  I was so thrilled to be back around these insane vehicles and the race day tension and excitement. There’s nothing quite like it.

These Ferrari 488s are monster machines, going up to speeds of 200mph. You forget how mindbogglingly fast that is, until you feel your heart skip a beat from the sound and vibration they produce while rushing past you, inches away from pit lane. It’s an incredibly volatile race in the best sense of the word. With 45 drivers on the roster all aiming for top spot. Positions are constantly changing, and you never know what surprises might be in store. It’s truly a spectacular show!

We were lucky enough to live the full immersive challenge experience. Rolling out from the paddock with the cars, racing down the track in golf carts on our way to pit lane, oh ya, and did I mention we got to watch the races from pit lane?! Being a race car fanatic’s wife I knew this area to be sacred, and never thought I would ever have the honour of walking past the pits, let alone be one of the few to watch the race inches away of the starting line. You also never know who you might see down this stretch of road. Micheal Fassbender being one of the drivers, James Marsden casually visiting the pits, and let’s not mention the single tear that might have come down my husband’s cheek after shaking Niki Lauda’s hand.

It was truly a bucket list experience, and I was so grateful to be able to share it with Peter by my side. Watching him in this environment was probably similar to taking your kid to Disneyland for the first time…you know, if Disneyland was so exclusive that you couldn’t visit unless you were an actual Disney character. It was so surreal and we could not be more thankful to Patricia, and Tatiana from the Zoi team for facilitating, and Jeffrey from Ferrari for showing us the ropes and the incredible access that was granted to us during this unforgettable day. Truly one for the books.

Juniper & Blanc sunnies, Adidas bodysuit and track pants, Louis-Vuitton bum bag, and Superga platform sneakers.

Big City Girl

New York, New York

So…we are going to Tokyo tomorrow and I COULD NOT be more excited. The trip was a last minute spur of the moment decision to celebrate our anniversary, which means I didn’t have time to be the OCD level of overly prepared I usually like to be. Today is our last day to get our shit together before a 15 hour flight, and I can’t quite grasp my mind around the fact that we are going back to a place I always dreamed of returning. Tokyo is one of my very favourite cities in the world. The fashion, the food, the people, the Disney World…everything in Tokyo is just a little bit better than any of the other big cities we’ve had the chance to visit.

On the agenda over there thus far: a 4 days stay at Tokyo Disney Resort (YAY!), a visit to the iconic Robot Restaurant (YAY!!), go and did I mention the cosplay Mario Kart experience that’s in the books (YAY!!!). There is almost a heightened sense of reality while you’re over there, from the people to the experiences everything is just more epic, kinder, cuter, more interesting…weirder even! So safe to say, I’m going to have trouble sleeping tonight, because someone is a wittle excited. Also seriously considering dying my hair pink for the occasion. Thoughts? Anywhoo, this hasn’t been my most riveting piece, but I really should start packing! So, on a completely unrelated note, here is an #OOTD from our last trip to another very big and incredible city….

Calvin Klein beanie, Juniper & Blanc sunnies, Zara mesh bodysuit, Second Skin Overalls, Louis-Vuitton “Palm Springs” backpack and “Archlights” sneakers.

The Summer of 2010

New York, New York

This city has always held a special place in my heart. When I was itty bitty, my mother and father let it be known that New York was a magical place. I still have the most vivid memories of having tea with my father at The Plaza, playing the giant piano upstairs in the late great F.A.O. Schwartz toy store, and seeing The Lion King on Broadway for the very first time. Of course there were also the family vacays in the big apple during my rebellious teenage years, but those were a little messier…so let’s keep it romantic and not go there. The first time I ever lived alone was in New York, the Summer of 2009 when I was 17, going to the American Conservatory of Dramatic Arts and then again at 18, with my first big girl job working for Lizzie Grubman PR…but the memories that might be my fondest are the ones that same Summer of 2010 when Peter and I first fell in love.

Let me tell you from experience, if you’re ever going to fall in love, New York might just be the best place to do it. We spent it traveling back and forth, Canada<—>NY every single weekend, refusing to let a week go by without seeing one another, constantly attempting to surprise each other with big gestures, and small thoughtful ones. I dragged Peter to every musical on Broadway, the restaurants I grew up going to with my family, and then there was our legendary weekend in the Hamptons of course. The story of our first Summer might just be too long and epic to resonate as a blog post, so maybe we’ll tell it together one day. All this to say that when Peter and I visit New York City,  even if it’s for work, meetings, or Fashion Week, it has never ceased to be magical. Just the way it felt when I was itty bitty, except maybe even better…

Balenciaga cap and shoes, Juniper + Blanc sunglasses, Iro Paris leather jacket, Uniqlo Mickey Mouse sweater, Storets skirt, and Christian Dior tote.