- Feb 03, 2014
When I first heard about Villa Ananda, I wasn’t sure what to make of it. I mean, from their website I could tell that the grounds were gorgeous, and the thought of having a 4-handed massage after morning yoga next to the ocean was definitely enticing. And I’d heard that this was the secret go-to place for supermodels and designers to recover after Fashion Week. But I’d never been anywhere that the main focus was on restoring their guests back to a state of balanced and perfect health (or where their primary focus was health – period!) I’d also never been anywhere that sat me down and listened to my long list of relatively minor health complains and followed that with a completely customized week-long (or three-week long) list of daily spa treatments (including, if I wanted, enemas), fresh teas and food made with ingredients specially formulated to treat my body, and a prescription for relaxation and rest. As it turns out, I had nothing to worry about. In fact, I had one of the most fulfilling and helpful weeks of my life ahead of me.
- Oct 20, 2013
I was poking around on my laptop (while watching my dad make Thanksgiving dinner at home in Canada), and I came across some pictures from our honeymoon that I’d forgotten to transfer to my main computer. It was a bit like finding hidden treasure.
There were a few great shots that I dusted off with the help of a great free app called Fotor (which I have on my laptop and phone). They made me so nostalgic that I’m now in the process of finding more vacation spots for my hubby and I to visit. We’re partial to ranch-style accommodations, or hotels with separate villas, and so we started our honeymoon at an incredible ranch in New Mexico, called Hidden Meadow, which unfortunately just went private (so sad, because I really wanted to go back every year!) Here we are riding horses, looking completely dorky, of course:
…and this is us hanging in the wilderness: Read more
- Oct 12, 2013
Two days ago I packed a bag, got on a Porter* flight, and flew into Toronto, Canada, to visit my parents for Thanksgiving. I actually grew up a couple of hours outside of Toronto, on Lake Ontario, about 20 minutes from a little town called Port Hope. Actually, the “town” closest to where I grew up is called “Welcome” (no, really!) and has exactly one stoplight and one store (well, in keeping with full disclosure, it’s really just a gas station with some candy bars and pop – yes, that means soda in Canada-speak).
So here I am, back in farm-country Canada, in my old room where I grew up. The weirdest feeling is Read more
- Sep 27, 2013
I was poking around on the web today, looking for cool stuff to share, and I came upon this really neat short film about New York City. It was made out of 35,000 still photos over 5 days. It kind of reminded me of the feeling of being in an airplane and looking down at all the little miniature-looking houses and cars. It always makes me feel like such a super tiny piece of a much, much bigger picture. Travel in general is good for that, and I think it’s healthy. Keeps it all in perspective.