Lusting after these gorgeous photos of the Amalfi Coast by Lark & Linen.
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“Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.”
– Oscar Wilde, The Critic As Artist
Abandon me in the vineyards, I beg of you.
From the National Geographic Archives.
Much to my surprise, I LOVED Macau. Initially I was expecting just a little bit of Portuguese heritage buildings and a lot of gaudy casinos. Yes, the casinos are definitely there, but the historical district is largely removed so its easy to forget that you’re in the city that turns out the world’s largest gambling revenue (yes, even higher than Vegas). I spent a day and a half just wandering the (extremely) narrow, winding streets and exploring 18th century Portuguese churches, theaters libraries, etc. I was really struck by how well the city has retained its colonial architecture and that the Portuguese presence is still keenly felt. All the streets are marked in both Chinese and Portuguese, wines from Portugal are featured on every menu and every block has a small Portuguese bakery with delicious shortbread style cookies and famous egg tarts.
My first impressions of Hong Kong on the other hand… have been a little less luminous. Thus far to me it feels very, for lack of a better word, corporate. That said, it was also raining yesterday and I spent all day riding the tram downtown and mostly exploring Causeway Bay and Central. A plus side however, is that I have been blown away at how friendly and welcoming Hong Kong-ers are. Despite being in a hectic, fast paced business district people have been eager and willing to help me with directions and strike up a conversation.
Today’s goal is to find some charming local districts and of course do the whole Victoria Harbor shindig. And to eat copious amounts of DIM SUM.
A few weeks ago London was blanketed in an unexpected snowstorm. I have no problem with snow. In fact, I love it. I grew up in the Rocky Mountains where there was at least 3-4 feet of snow on the ground for most of the winter. However, having also lived in New York, I now also understand what a pain in the ass it is to be in an urban city that doesn’t receive much snow. Apparently London handles it just as poorly as New York and life comes to a near stop once there are a couple of inches of snow on the ground.
Still, looking at this picture, its hard to deny how pretty a city sprinkled in white can be. And since its been so hot here in Cambodia as of late, I wouldn’t mind laying out and making snow angels.
Daydreaming about tiled mosques and Persian food in Shiraz.
Jackson Lake in Grand Teton National Park, just outside of Jackson Hole (where I grew up)