Little Havana, Miami
Isn’t just me that can’t get that song out of my head is it…? We have been back in our home town for almost a month now and have really enjoyed the little bit of winter we got left. That being said, seeing the snow melt while looking back at photos of our time in Miami is odly satisfying, as I can’t wait to be singing that Camila Cabello ear worm again soon in a more appropriate and less ironic climate.
There’s nothing quite like a Montreal summer. It’s like the city comes alive again, and it’s inhabitants never take a moment for granted, much like in G.O.T, they know winter is always coming, and for us it lasts 8 months out of the year. We might not get visits from White Walkers, but some of us just full out turn into the Night King by the time January comes around. It’s crazy how climate can take a toll on not only your physical state but your emotional wellbeing as well. As Canadians, we all know the cabin fever and pale skin blues that overwhelm us during the colder months, and I’ve always attributed it to the weather. Funnily enough, having skipped Winter this year to migrate to Miami actually had a similar effect. There’s nothing quite as depressing as spending so many hours indoors working on a screen while looking out at a beautiful sunny day you’re not taking advantage of.
That being said, why is the FOMO always so real no matter where you are. Here I am sitting in our Montreal home that I had been longing to return to for so long, and yet am dreaming of being back in the warm streets of Miami again…This introspective study on what it is a girl wants weather-wise is giving me all kind of Carrie Bradshaw feelings. “And I couldn’t help but ask myself, is the grass truly always greener on the other side…”or should I say the weather always sounds better wherever you’re not. What can I say…Half of my heart is in “little” Havana, ooh-na-na .
Urban Outfitters sunnies and dress, Zara hoop earrings, Louis-Vuitton rings and bag, and Vans “Authentic” sneakers.
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
OMG what a journey it’s been. I apologize for the delay in posting, but hopefully you guys enjoyed following us our little adventures via Instagram. After a long, amazing month eating in Spain it feels so good to be back home. I mean the jet lag isn’t the best, but sitting on my couch here writing this post was a feeling I’ve missed quite a bit. You see I have travel fomo, real seize the moment problems which prevent me from sitting at my computer when in a foreign land, or anywhere I feel the need to explore really. This means that not only haven’t I written a blog post in a couple weeks, but I’m behind in all of my crappy reality TV shows (who got eliminated on the Challenge Dirty Thirty?!), I have zero intel on any of the super relevant celebrity news that has occurred (like no idea what the Kardashians are doing), oh and my fat email inbox is giving me real dark thoughts. That being said it felt so SO good to disconnect a little, but for the first time in years of traveling I finally feel happier home than on the road. So I’m going to catch up on my life here, pick up some parcels, pay some bills, face my scary inbox, and actually really enjoy it. Is this me getting old? Anyway, we have so many amazing vlogs coming your way on our YouTube channel and can’t wait to share all our adventures and shenanigans with you my little chickens. See you real soooon.
Chanel earrings, Zara matching separates, Louis-Vuitton Mini Malle, and Aquazzura shoes.
I know what you’re thinking. We read the title Claude…are you really going to dedicate a whole other blog post on the colour pink and how Edward Cullen enamoured you’ve been with the hue this summer. No, but I had to address how fun those rose coloured glasses are, am I right? Everyone go out and invest in cheap coloured lens glasses, really funks up an outfit. For a fashion blogger I really don’t make recommendation or statements like that one often…which brings up the questions…what in the world is it I blog about then?
I always look at my fellow fashion feens in the blogger-sphere, and how lifestyle, health, fitness, and tip friendly they are an wonder…have I been doing it wrong all along? I know I preach about never comparing yourself to others and just doing you all the time, but a girl sometimes wonders you know. Have I been addressing my audience with the wrong topics? Instead of keeping you guys up with my current neuroses and thoughts of the week should I have been sharing 5 ways to style a pyjama blouse, or what lip colour is like… “the it shade” for fall.
I just never gave myself the authority to tell anyone how they should wear their clothes or which trendy items they should be buying right now. To me styling and fashion is such a clear way of expressing your individuality, mood, and telling the world who you are, that it would feel wrong to even suggest how you guys should choose to dress. Sure, I like when you inspire yourselves from my OOTDs, and get tons of warm and fuzzies when I’m tagged in photos of you guys wearing pieces I wore, but mostly I love that you make them your own. So, I guess that’s what the blog post was about today. Individuality, and celebrating the things in life that bring us together yet set us apart…like fashion. How I managed to turn a post about pink glasses into another preachy rant I’ll never know….
Urban Outfitter sunnies, Christian Dior tee, Zara skirt, Loewe bag, and Celine flats.