What I Wore in Barcelona (and How the City Changed My Style)
The morning I landed in Barcelona, the air already carried a story. It smelled of sea salt, espresso, and sunshine. …
The morning I landed in Barcelona, the air already carried a story. It smelled of sea salt, espresso, and sunshine. …
The sound of waves was the only thing louder than my suitcase zipper. Inside: five pieces of clothing, one hat,…
It started with the kind of quiet you can hear. A misty morning outside Asheville, the road curling through the…
Leavenworth, Washington, looks straight out of a snow globe once December rolls around. The Bavarian-style buildings glow under strings of…
The first time I visited Hawaii in January, I packed like it was summer in California—tank tops, flip-flops, and one…
The first time I stepped onto Front Street in December, I honestly thought I’d walked into a snow globe. The…
The first time I landed in Arizona, I thought I knew heat. I was wrong. The sun hit different—sharp, golden,…
If winter makes you want to hide under a blanket, I get it. The cold, the gray skies, the long…
The first time I saw snow falling inside a national park, I stopped walking. There were no crowds, no car…
I remember one January morning when I looked out the window and saw yet another gray sky. The street was…