Can you believe it’s already October? I mean, I say this every calendar page flip, but it just doesn’t feel like time is slowing down at all these past couples of months. My birthday fell dead in the middle of August, and like every year, that’s the month I find myself spending the most money because, #treatyourself - and when I spend a lot of money, time passes by quickly, because bills just find their ways to me, ASAP. September was a blur, but it was definitely a great blur. I got spoiled with an impromptu 2 days trip to Italy with/by my friend Minnie, and then came back for a week to head off to Spain to celebrate my belated with Shun. Here I am on October 5th, re-reading this as I’m about to publish not knowing where to even begin telling you all of the wonderful life lessons and interesting facts I’ve accumulated this past short 50 or so days of being 23.
For one thing, traveling really nurtures you to grow. Traveling by yourself, traveling with a friend, and traveling with your significant other.
I never knew how sweet Moscato grapes were until I tasted some right off the grapevines that cut with my own two hands in Piemonte, Italy about 3 weeks ago. As a kid who never really liked grape juice growing up, I chugged like a whole wine glass down when I found myself inside a canteen.
I don’t know how it took me 23 years to discover how good toasted bread and fresh tomatoes could taste with a sprinkle of sea salt and olive oil in Barcelona, Spain just last week. If you know me, you’d know that bread is probably my least favorite food - but Catalunya style tomato bread was the first thing I’d order every meal - jamon (aka Iberian ham), came right after, of course!
With the people that I’ve been blessed to travel with, they like to know the big picture. Why something is famous. What makes a tourist spot so significantly important. And if I’m being honest, those kinda facts really bore me. For me, I want to know the more trivial things, what are the rules to crossing the street - speaking of this, I hated walking to every corner to wait for the light in Barcelona.
I want to know what kind of breakfast people eat where I’m visiting. Food, in general is really a huge part of any of my travel plans.
Maybe it’s just the sociologist in me, but I really like observing people, how they live, and little things that you can’t get answers to from a tourist pamphlet.
It's all about our outlook on what's really important. And while I often never get to stay in a place as long as I want to, traveling is the best cure for any syndrome of lack-of-motivation. I guess knowing these little things doesn't make me feel any more intelligent in terms of growth - but I'd choose to be more cultured than smart anyway.
Oh, if you're not sharing food with your friend on trips to maximize the different dishes you'll try - and if you're not stealing shirts from your boyfriend: life is cheating you.
For one thing, traveling really nurtures you to grow. Traveling by yourself, traveling with a friend, and traveling with your significant other.
I never knew how sweet Moscato grapes were until I tasted some right off the grapevines that cut with my own two hands in Piemonte, Italy about 3 weeks ago. As a kid who never really liked grape juice growing up, I chugged like a whole wine glass down when I found myself inside a canteen.
I don’t know how it took me 23 years to discover how good toasted bread and fresh tomatoes could taste with a sprinkle of sea salt and olive oil in Barcelona, Spain just last week. If you know me, you’d know that bread is probably my least favorite food - but Catalunya style tomato bread was the first thing I’d order every meal - jamon (aka Iberian ham), came right after, of course!
With the people that I’ve been blessed to travel with, they like to know the big picture. Why something is famous. What makes a tourist spot so significantly important. And if I’m being honest, those kinda facts really bore me. For me, I want to know the more trivial things, what are the rules to crossing the street - speaking of this, I hated walking to every corner to wait for the light in Barcelona.
I want to know what kind of breakfast people eat where I’m visiting. Food, in general is really a huge part of any of my travel plans.
Maybe it’s just the sociologist in me, but I really like observing people, how they live, and little things that you can’t get answers to from a tourist pamphlet.
It's all about our outlook on what's really important. And while I often never get to stay in a place as long as I want to, traveling is the best cure for any syndrome of lack-of-motivation. I guess knowing these little things doesn't make me feel any more intelligent in terms of growth - but I'd choose to be more cultured than smart anyway.
Oh, if you're not sharing food with your friend on trips to maximize the different dishes you'll try - and if you're not stealing shirts from your boyfriend: life is cheating you.
Top: Boyfriend's (another option that I LOVE)
Patchwork Denim: Isabel Marant
Shoes: Common Projects
Bag: Proenza Schouler PS11
Photos by Shun S.
Patchwork Denim: Isabel Marant
Shoes: Common Projects
Bag: Proenza Schouler PS11
Photos by Shun S.
