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A Very Mickey Christmas

New York, New York

Oh, how long it’s been since I last wrote you guys a little something on the blog. What can I say, the Holiday season and year end duties seem to have gotten the best of me, and there never seems to be enough hours in the day to accomplish all there is to do. That being said I am thrilled to finally be sharing new images right in time to wish you all the Merriest of Christmases, Happiest Hanukkahs, and Koolest Kwanzaas ever. This whole content creator journey of mine started right here on this very website, and I never tire of thanking all of you for following our lives and adventures from here, to Instagram, to YouTube and giving me the chance to live my life doing something I love everyday. Sorry for the cheese..what can I say…’tis the season to be super grateful.

We have been spending the last week with my folks in Florida and have indulged in some much needed family time and R&R. This year has been both a blast and a blur and the month of December arrived right in time to give our scattered little brains and bodies a little respite. I wouldn’t call it a full on vaca, but I haven’t posted a photo on Instagram in 2 days so I must be doing something right. The real vacation will arrive this coming Saturday morning when Peter, my folks and myself, will head off to Orlando to spend a very merry Christmas in the happiest place on earth. Even snowy Canada can’t rival with how festive Walt Disney World feels at this time of year. Though quite busy, it is one of my very favourite times to visit one of my very favourite places, and to be able to do it with my very favourite people almost feels too good to be true. Of course I will be sharing all of my magical Mickey adventures and outfits in real time on Instagram, but if this is the last I speak to you all before the dawn of yet another year, I wish you my readers, all the happiness, success, health, and love in the world. Thank you for another great one! 2019 should be cool…

Ray Ban “Ja-Jo”, La Marque puffer, Moschino for H&M sweater dress, Dior strap and “Saddle” bag, and Chanel boots.

Capri C’est Fini

Capri, Italy

That right folks, Capri is in fact fini…well, our time there is anyway. Everytime we get the chance to visit the island, my parents just cannot help but quit eand sing Hervé Vilard’s ’65 classic, so considering the location of today’s #OOTD photos, the post’s title came as a no brainer. Capri is one of those rare magical places that really transports you to the glamour of yesteryear, and make you feel like you are living in the movies. It’s beauty is pretty obvious, but its feel and kind people is truly what keeps us coming back from year to year. I have no doubt we will continue to return in the Summers until we have kids of our own, and perhaps they will carry the tradition with their families one day… I know it may sound like I’m getting ahead of myself, but this place really is that special. Also this particular summer our visit came at just the right time.

After spending the previous few weeks, adventuring around Europe…and documenting what felt like every second of it, it was time to put down the camera (or try to anyway) for some TLC and Capri was the most picturesque place to do it. We spent every single day at La Fontelina eating the best food on the island, drinking wine, and just sitting there and reading. May sound boring to some, but for us it was magical. Those of you who follow me on Instagram, also know the view and sunsets weren’t to shabby either.  This portion of the trip was my favourite, and I’m so happy I was able to share a little bit of it with you all today. Safe to say I recommend you travel to Capri if ever the opportunity arises…you’ll see…it isn’t fini at all. Sorry Hervé.

Eugenia Kim hat, Ray Ban “Round” sunnies, Rebecca Vallance dress, Louis-Vuitton “Cannes” bag, and Chanel sandals.

NOLA

New Orleans, Louisiana

If you currently follow me on instagram you already know that Peter and I jetted off on a little Valentine’s Day escapade earlier this week to a place we had dreamed of visiting for years. New Orleans, had been on my bucket list for as long as I can remember. Growing up my folks used to visit NOLA once a year in February for what they claimed was a “business convention”, and always returned a little more tired then when they departed, but with great stories of late nights on Bourbon street in tow. That mixed with a little Princess and the Frog / American Horror Story: Coven fandom, and our love of traveling with eating as a main objective, I’m honestly surprised it took us this long to visit.

I had always dreamed of making my way through the French Quarter, on the search for king cake, begging strangers on balconies for beads, listening to horn musicians up and down the street, and let’s not forget to mention the parades. The dream had always been Mardis Gras. I wanted to grab as much of that festive spirit, creole food, jazz music, and joie de vivre culture I had heard of my entire life and get the most out of  it. So when that google page loaded and announced that Fat Tuesday fell only one day prior to Valentine’s Day, all the incentive I needed was right there in front of me. I used up some travel points and a few days later there we were. Making our way through the French Quarter, on the search for king cake, begging strangers on balconies for beads, listening to horn musicians up and down Bourbon street, on our way back from the parade. We truly made the most of our first experience in NOLA, and it was everything I had hoped it would be and more. It’s rare that a place you’ve dreamt of visiting almost your entire life turns out better than the movies that made it your dream in the first place…but New Orleans was that good.

That being said, through all the festivities, food hunts, and tourist must do’s, my favourite part of our trip will always be that even though we took our work with us, as we always do, we still made time for each other. New Orleans will always be special to me now, not only because of the unbelievable food, music, and the good times we let roll while visiting, but because fo that romantic week we spent there, the way my parents had all those years ago… 

H&M hat, Ray Ban sunnies, Urban Outfitters dress, Topshop Jamie jeans, Chloé “Nile” bag, and Fenty X Puma cleated creepers.

Barcelona

Barcelona, Spain

If you guys have seen our latest adventure vlog from our time in Barcelona, you know the city wasn’t the usual sunny, joyful paradise we were used to visiting. We arrived an hour after the awful tragedy that occurred on Las Ramblas, claimed the lives of 13 people, and injured 100 others. The culprits were still at large and the manhunt taking place was covered on every news channel and radio station. The heightened security procedures in the streets and in our hotel made us feel more anxious than safe and the mood of the city was dark to say the least.

The people of Barcelona were sad for their city, and as tourist  we felt guilty for even being there. To see locals, bend over backwards to make sure our little vacation wasn’t bothered or altered in any was blew my mind. If I heard one more person apologize for what occurred I was going to have to start hugging strangers and ask them to shut up. I wanted to tell everyone to go home, check on your loved ones, take a day off. It was a lot to handle for anyone let alone the people who call the city home. Yet their worries and anxiety revolved around guests having the best possible experience. To say we felt bad inconveniencing anyone would be the understatement of the century.

After 2 days spent held up in our hotel at my father’s request, we finally sneaked out of our little fortress, to take a tour of the vibrant city we love so much. Todos Con Barcelona, was something that was felt on every street corner, and plaza. As we were living fearful and guilt ridden in our little bubble  life went on in Barcelona, and the city refused to let their oppressors win. We wondered at the gothic architecture, binged on tapas, drank Estrella, and wandered the city. We finished our day at Las Ramblas, in a crowd of hundreds mourning the events that took place and honouring those who had lost their lives. No one was scared, no one was fearful, no one let the events that took place take the city’s spirit away. I regretted ever spending a minute more in that hotel room.  We love you, and your people Barcelona, and cannot wait to come back and visit soon.

Zara headband, Rayban sunnies, Storets dress, Chanel backpack, and Golden Goose Deluxe Brand Sneakers