Do you ever feel like you’re stuck in a rut? I know I do. Sometimes, the routine of doing the same things day after day, driving to the same places, sitting at the same desk, eating at the same restaurants, and going out to the same places starts to get to me. It’s almost like a case of cabin fever, except the cabin isn’t just my home but the entire city. I get to a point where I need to get out and explore. I need to do something, anything, that’s out of my routine. It starts to ache I yearn for it so badly.
The other day trip they took us on was to the Blue Mountains, which are just West of Sydney.The day started out with a lovely breakfast in Sydney, and then we were off to enjoy a day of exploration. First stop in the Blue Mountains was to see the famous “Three Sisters”, which is a pretty incredible rock formation with a beautiful mountain backdrop behind it. We first stopped at a lookout point near Katoomba where you can look out on the Three Sisters, and then ventured into a tourist park called Scenic World, which is a sort of cheeky name for what turned out to be a really fun place to hang out.
By now, I’m pretty sure you are aware of the fact that I love food. It’s in the name of my blog even…. Art Travel EAT Repeat.Clearly food is a big part of my life. So, it should come as no surprise to you that when I visited Italy, food played a very central role in the activities I engaged in.
Ok. This post isn’t about travel necessarily, but I wanted to write about it anyway because, a) Traveling is a whole lot harder when your finances aren’t in order, and b) this blog is first and foremost dedicated to inspiring people to live life to the fullest. That’s hard […]
Look. Everybody is different. Some of us are privileged enough to travel far and wide, to all corners of the globe. Others are only able to do local road trips. There’s nothing that drives me crazier than somebody who spent their recent holiday trekking through the Amazon with nothing but a machete and a guide to edible plants hating on somebody who spent their holiday lounging at a resort by the pool, or camping in the local mountains.
Two things you should know about me: I live in San Diego, California. I do NOT surf.
It’s my ten year wedding anniversary. I’m taking a look back at my awesome Italian honeymoon.
All in all I wouldn’t say it was my finest moment.
There’s something you should know if you’re planning on coming to Los Angeles: it’s a difficult place to find a parking spot in.You might laugh and think, no big deal…I can deal with that. Seriously though, I’m telling you: parking in Los Angeles is hard. Really hard. Telling you that it’s hard might be the understatement of the century, actually. Let me re-phrase that:
Finding parking in Los Angeles is an extremely, incredibly frustrating activity.
I mean, come ON. Who builds a city that has such crap public transportation that the entire city is forced to get around by car, and then NOT build in suitable parking? Honestly!
“Oh, don’t worry Love. That’s a golden orb weaver. It’s totally harmless.”
I had been standing still and gaping with a horrified look on my face as I beheld one of the largest spiders I had ever seen when I heard the voice behind me. I spun around to find a pair of the most adorable little old ladies I had ever seen, out for a leisurely stroll in Sydney’s Royal Botanic Gardens.
The smaller and frailer of two went on to say, “It’s the small ones you can’t see that you need to worry about!”