Along the Hudson Valley and about an hour and a half from New York City (with no traffic) is the city of Newburgh, NY.
To see it on its surface, one might see what most people refer to as “up and coming”. However, look deeper and you will see a historic city, with much of its architectural structures dating as far back as the 1800s. Some of them definitely need some TLC, but anyone who loves history will truly appreciate it all.
On any given weeknight after work you can find me unwinding at home, eating dinner from my favorite Mexican food truck and cuddling up in front of a good movie (or two) with my pups. Pajamas on, Netflix streaming. It’s my very own sanctuary from the craziness that can come from living in New York City. But every once in a while, when the timing is just right, I’ve been known to dress up, put on a little makeup and go out on the town with my favorite girls. Last Thursday happened to be one of those nights.
When Carol first told me about the opening night of Howl At The Moon I was not sure what to expect. Midtown Manhattan isn’t necessarily known for it’s nightlife but I was curious enough to accept the offer. From my initial Google search I learned that the venue is “Part bar. Part concert. All fun.” Count me in.
I think back at the days I spent touring Ireland and I realize that the moments where I was happiest was when I felt the history of the place around me. There’s something to be revered about a place that has survived the test of time and the whims of humanity.
I am not really sure how many times one would have to visit Ireland before walking away with a sense of fulfillment. I have been there twice now and I am not yet fulfilled. I crave every ounce of experience even more since I left this beautiful country. Even memories of the misty weather makes my heart ache for a trip back.
This small country holds massive opportunities for discovery, no matter what kind of travel experience you seek. I love that my trips have all started in Dublin, a city I adore, but I am even more grateful that I’ve had the opportunity to venture outside of the city and see another side of the country.
There are so many ways to experience Costa Rica. One of favorite experiences was being able to share how I explored the country with my family in tow, something that wasn’t always a story I read about. We weren’t the first family to travel to the country. Not by a long shot. But, up to that moment, Costa Rica was always promoted as a backpacker’s and adventure traveler’s paradise playground.
Over the past three years, I’ve shared some fun adventures in travel through France. Many will agree that train travel through the country is one of the fastest ways to get around, and I agree, if you have the extra budget and if you don’t get stuck in the middle of a train strike, which happens often and unexpectedly and for extra effect, usually take place during the summer months when visits to the country is at its highest.
If you are up for the challenge, have the time, and are open to an adventure, I recommend taking a road trip through France instead. I have done this a few times now and have found that two weeks is a nice time to cover the best of any one region.
I’ve lived in New Jersey now for about 4 years now. Like most hardcore New Yorkers, it’s been a slow process to get me to let go of this idea that I have to venture into the city for good food, entertainment, or activities.
I still get teased by friends for becoming “Bridge and Tunnel”, and I get it. There was a time I wouldn’t even date a boy if there was a bridge or tunnel between us. But what did I know?
This year has been an incredible year in travel. Traveling to Thailand, my first trip to Asia, was such a great experience, visiting Istanbul as part of my role as a White House Travel Blogger was surreal, visiting Guatemala – twice – left me beyond words, and of course, returning to France as a Wine Ambassador for the third year in a row felt like returning home.
These destinations have been great, a list that would make any traveler proud. But, between these trips, back in my little simple life as a mother and wife, even bigger things were happening.
I haven’t yet recovered fully from the jet lag brought upon the time difference between home and Fiji, but it hasn’t stopped me from processing a lot of the information and stories and experiences I had while traveling throughout the various islands (you can read my feature on Huffington Post Travel which I wrote for Findery, as well as more on Falling in Love with Fiji on my piece for Expedia Viewfinder).
These articles will tell you all about my journey, my favorite hotels, the different islands, so make sure to check them out. Here I wanted to tell you about the Fijians and share something that many whom I spoke with wanted me to pass on in my writing about their country.
St. Martin has been a romantic getaway destination for me in the past, but that’s not to say that there isn’t any fun on this 34 square mile island for kids to enjoy as well.
There are two parts of this island to explore. The French side (St. Martin) and the Dutch side (St. Maarten) both have a unique feel and style and you will need a car to get around.
Which side of the island you stay in depends on the type of travel experience you want, as well as your budget.