OUR NEXT STOP WAS CINQUE TERRE, an area along the water separated into five pieces of land that are villages touched by the finger of God. I seriously cannot describe in words my love for Cinque Terre. But the train ride there was horrible. Continue reading “Cheers to Cinque Terre // Europe Trip”
After the hectic buzz of Paris and London, our group headed to the coast to abandon the craziness of the metropolitan urban city life and take a sort of vacation from a vacation. We headed to Cannes, France, a small beach town that we called home for two nights. Continue reading “Is it pronounced like can or ken ?? – Cannes, France // Europe Trip”
Today, my friend Neiv and I went to the beach! Zuma beach in Malibu to be precise, basically the beach I always go to. We had a bit of a late start, during which I prepared myself that delicious & nutritious breakfast you see pictured here. It ended up being the absolute perfect beach day; Continue reading “Malibu Beach Day – August 4th, 2014”
a girl sipping a coconut because.. so summer!
I put up three friendship bracelets I made at the sleep away camp I’ve been going to for ten years each summer in remembrance of it because I won’t be going this year :(
I also put up a polaroid of me and my friend Neiv at the beach
I got that Costa Rica Pura Vida sticker in Costa Rica and “Pura Vida” aka PURE LIFE is just a perfect phrase to represent the crazy summer days. The California dreaming post and the girl in the salmon dress with the palm trees behind her just give off a really California summer vibe: the colors of her outfit and the atmosphere just remind me of the weird kind of architecture and colors of California of the 70’s and 80’s if I even know what the means, but thats just what it reminds me of.
I took a cute little clay pot I bought from a man in a straw skirt in Costa Rica and put a dead plant inside it and look! It’s like a lil’ pineapple!! I also added three quirky pins to the board for a lil’ bit of spice and color.
I added a blue lanyard I made at camp, another beach polaroid, my yellow wristband from the Fonda Theatre of when I saw DIE ANTWOORD with my friends Taylor and Serena the day we got out of our last final, and a phrase that says, “Good Vibrations” which is the name of a Beach Boys song, and I LOVE THE BEACH BOYS.
Lastly, I added these three postcards my parents sent me while I was away at camp while they were on their California Coast Road Trip and visited all of these places. The California beaches just embody everything summer looks, feels, tastes, and sounds like in my mind.
For spring break, my family and I have journeyed our way from the smoggy California valley to the dense vivacious jungles of Costa Rica. Eleven days in this 100% humidity rainforest on the coast of the warm Pacific Sea (yes, warm because the ocean feels like a bathtub compared to the glacier cold masses at Zuma). We departed at around 7pm from our house and arrived in Costa Rica at 5 in the morning, and considering I had been partying all weekend at Coachella and had been staying up since 2 each school night due to my extreme work load, you could say I was a bit fatigued. We took a 3-hour drive from the airport to our hotel, which you could presume I napped through for the most part. My first thought towards Costa Rica was that it was quite the lush green land, and that impression has not changed. Every where you go it feels as if you are in the rainforest and that we as humans are strangers who have built some sort of civilization within its oasis. Once we arrived to the hotel I was surprised to see how small and quaint it was. It is almost as if I am living in some big deluxe tree house in the middle of a tropical island right off the sea, oh wait just kidding I am! I spend the day tanning and swimming by the pool, sipped on a virgin Pina Colada, and when we got our rooms took the best nap of my life in the freshly washed hotel bed sheets listening to the songs of the birds in the trees outside my window.
Today, we started our real adventure. Zip lining! We took a bus to another location and met our zip-lining guides, who were extremely charming, funny, and professional. Some of them were also pretty cute and fit. I think it’s some sort of culture thing that Central American men make an effort to smell good, and it really goes a long way. I had zip lined in Hawaii before but it was nothing like this. Imagine George of the Jungle or Tarzan swinging from vine to vine, except add a harness a helmet and of course a zip line. It was a bit difficult because you had to cross your legs and wear these gloves and hold one hand along the line and use the other to grip your lines, and you had to try to keep your body still and straight. I loved zipping through the trees and seeing this blur of green flash before my eyes. I felt a surge of exhilaration after every zip (if that’s what they call them). I saw some cute animals on this little trip as well, like two baby bats sleeping in a tree as well as a baby porcupine, a toucan, and some not so cute ones like the poisonous black and green frog. We also met a nice family from Canada who had a very interesting son named Landon who was telling my family and I all about this concoction him and his Canadian friends call “liquid cocaine” that gets you super drunk. I guess they go all out in Canada! After zip lining we sped over to the beach and I was extremely pleased to feel the ocean water. It was like stepping in to a bathtub, literally. Absolutely no seaweed or rocks in the ground, no sand crab or creepy sea creatures, and the perfect sized waves. Not too big, not to small; they were perfect for body surfing. The only downside was how salty the ocean was, but it was nothing a bit of rubbing of your eyes couldn’t relieve. I swear if the ocean was like this at home I think I’d live at the beach. Costa Ricans are quite friendly! They smile if you smile back and are much more open to talking to strangers than Americans, something I noticed in France too. Why are American’s so frickin’ afraid of meeting new people and being outgoing? I think I saw eleven year olds walking around with beers on the beach, since alcohol on the beach is legal and you only have to be 18 to drink and they probably could care less. Some dogs as well! It was a real party up in there! I indulged in some guac and chips, sipped on a coconut, and even got another pina colada. The beach in Costa Rica is much different than La. For one, you are allowed to smoke and drink, you can have your dogs on the beach, and there are tons of venders and people selling fruit, snow cones, coconuts to sip on, and even a chair and umbrella business with their own menu of delicious food and smoothies to order. I obviously enjoy this much more than any day at Zuma!