Little Girl, Big Trip: Phuket, Thailand

Well, here’s the finale. One last stop on my Southeast Asia world tour. 

I have to say, two days on this little island in the sun just wasn’t enough. The views are unforgettable and the memories are definitely keepers. The end of this trip was focused on three things: sun, scuba, and sea caves. And believe me, add this destination to your bucket list asap.

Passports ready? This last one is Phuket, Thailand. 

 

Gotta say, it’s good to be home. Here come a whole lot of egg whites, spin classes, and pre-semester shopping trips.


Stuck in my head: Dead Sea // Lumineers
Snap it: Phuket, Thailand

Little Girl, Big Trip: Singapore, Singapore

So close to the finish line. Aka, my next spin class. But until then…

Singapore brought rain, but it also brought this little thing called education. Our stay was packed full of company HQ visits that top the charts of the coolness scale. My inner workaholic was going wild. I’m talking pure fangirl at some stops.

While this skyline’s no New York, it’s definitely new to me.

Passports ready? This one’s Singapore. 


Stuck in my head: Downtown // Lilla Vargen
Snap it: Singapore, Singapore

Businesses visited: FusionWorld, Yahoo, Facebook, AJ Hackett, Tiger Brewery, Marina Bay Sans, Google, LinkedIn, Singapore Airlines, Accenture

Little Girl, Big Trip: Ho Chi Minh, Vietnam

Good morning, Vietnam! Watched the first 20 minutes of that movie so the reference feels justified.

Well, friends, we’ve reached the part of my trip where I have to start re-wearing clothes and all I can think about is a salad. But have no fear, I’m in the land of Pho and I’ve never thrived more. 

This part of our trip has been the most educational. We’ve explored the Vietnam War from the other side of the world, floated down the Mekong River, and stocked up on fresh mango. From the Chu Chi Tunnels (where I got hit in the face with a live bat) to business visits with Nike and Intel, it’s been a lot to take in. Not to mention there are more scooters in this city than pictures of brunch on my camera roll. 

Passports ready? This one’s Ho Chi Minh city. 


Stuck in my head: Obsession // Vice, Jon Bellion
Snap it: Ho Chi Minh, Vietnam

Soul Virgin No More.

Post-finals I took a much-needed break and escaped to the concrete jungle. It was two days stuffed full of $6 Fruit Loops from Kellog’s Cereal Bar, brunch at Jack’s Wife Freida, and all the coffee breaks in between. I came home with a fabulous furry pink jacket and a sense of “okay, so when am I moving to the city?” 

On Monday morning something big happened. I took my first ever Soul Cycle class. Pause for gasps. I know, you would think I would be all over the trend, but in fact, I was a Soul Virgin. Don’t worry- we fixed that.

To be honest, the class was a little overwhelming. The music was loud (loved it), the other riders were model-esq (loved it less), and the ride was fast and furious (back to love). We’re talking revolutions per minute that could get you to LA in seconds. It was honestly one of the toughest workouts I’ve done in a while. Heart rate through the roof, tongue out panting, sweat pooling on the handlebars. 

All in all, I’m not sure the Soul movement is right for me, but I’m all for something that gets people moving. Something that gets people falling in love with exercise. Something that pushes people to hit their max every day. So, while you might not catch me doing tap backs in the candlelit studio, I still love the fitness craze Soul has initiated. It’s truly unique in taking wellness from single player to a team sport.

I can tell that each class is motivation. While it doesn’t get easier, you definitely get stronger. Some part of everyone wants to be the sports-bra wearing regular that owns bike number 6. It’s just a matter of getting up and getting in the saddle.

They say you need three classes to fall into the rhythm, so I’m down to hop on the bike and hit that resistance again soon. Let me know who’s down for a ride. 


Stuck in my head: Real Love Baby // Father John Misty
Snap it: SOHO, NYC

Previous post was deleted for certain reasons. Apologies from the blogger still in bed. 

The New York Theory

With great clothes comes great responsibility. And by responsibility I mean the drive to find more, buy more, & wear more. Take off trends are some of my favorite things- body suits, flare jeans, chokers, the list goes on- but finding the perfect purchase is sometimes less than ideal. Even when your heart and head are totally in it.

I have a huge crush on NYC. I mean who doesn’t love Instagram-ready murals and street style that kills. But whenever I take a trip to the Big Apple looking for a new wardrobe I end up leaving with two dozen bagels and disappointment. Until this trip…

So, here’s my New York theory: so many clothes in the city + so many expectations going into it = empty handed, so many clothes + no expectations = brand new closet.

Now here’s the key to bashing the pressure of the purchase: Before I left for NYC, I had a little pre-shop in DC, settling my consumerism fever & fear of finding nothing. Keeping the receipts & clothes at home (in case I found something better), I got onto the VaMoose with no worry of leaving empty handed. I also set my sights on finding the vegan cafe, By Chloe, instead of being hyperfocused on finding clothes. Avocado toast > A new anything. 

Now, of course, I went to shop & shop I did. And for one of the first times in a long time I found things I loved in the city I loved. Patience & planning go a loooonnng way. As does having parents that carry your bags & give your their *true* opinions on that dress.

So, let’s review & please take notes: when going to New York to make your latest fashion conquest start by expecting NOT to find that at all. Erase that idea. Bye bye, gone. Then add a little optimism, a lot of time, & a couple Ubers. & maybe, just maybe, the city will love you back. 


Stuck in my head: Circles // machineheart
Snap it: Rockafeller Center