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90 MILES TO CUBA

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Key West, just 90 miles from Cuba. For Memorial Day Weekend, we had a major girls trip. We checked into the Gates Hotel and immediately devour strong pina coladas. “Extra shot of rum in that girls?!” Why, of course. A POOL loaded with sunshine was really all we needed, let alone a whole island just waiting for us to explore what it has to offer. So we slipped into our bikini’s, whipped out our books, and worked on our tans in the early hours of the morning. Dylana and I haven’t had any downtime this year, and so we really indulged. Flipping our pages, cocktail in hand. Sunhats and headwraps shading our faces.

Morning and night, we biked into town. Even at 2am, when us girls were already sleepy from a late night dancingĀ at the Green Parrot and even more intense, Sloppy Joe’s, we still managed to hop onto our bikes for that 30 minute ride back to the hotel. I played DJ and blasted the “Now and Then” soundtrack from my phone, making me nostalgic of summers as a kid on my bike, before hopping into bed, sunsoaked from the days adventures. We passed beautiful old colonial homes bright yet faded with age. Quiet. I heard Key West was one of the most haunted cities. But during the day, it’s full of life and color.

The town reminded me of New Orleans meets Las Vegas meets Disneyland. The smell of rum on one’s breath, and skin so tan, you wonder how long the locals spend time playing in the sun. A different cover band at nearly every bar blasting Outkast, or that one-man show taking Bob Dylan requests at the local dive. The Keys was an interesting adventure. From basking on the rocky beaches to dancing deep into the early am, to peering into the haunted inns. Passing Ernest Hemmingway’s old home, we tapped into the history and culture of what was once the Keys. What was once the relaxing retreat for artists from around the world. Still, you can get a bit of that feeling.

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OLD CITY OF SAN JUAN

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The architecture in Old City San Juan is stunning. Much of which was born with European influence…from when Puerto Rico was still in Spanish possesion back in the 17th century. You can see it in the vibrant colors, intricate fencing, and narrow streets. All of which remind me of Barcelona. Sundrenched colorful walls which have slowly faded into majestic pastel hues. As I slowly worked on brushing up my Spanish as we explored this beautiful city, we found ourselves sipping on pina coladas daily and devouring in mofongo drenched with hot chicken broth. The heat from the island making me crave the fresh fruit at La Placita. Our skin glowing thanks to the light prespiration that comes with days on our feet and early mornings laying in the sun in nothing but a bikini and off-shoulder summer dress. Dylana and I couldn’t stop taking photos. Every hidden doorway, every shadowed balcony a little gem. A postcard. Running straight through the narrow cobblestone streets, we ended at a cliff overlooking rows of flat rooftops and the blue of the ocean. Talk about breathtaking.

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// photographed by Dylana and I //

 

LES COLONNES

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I’m finally getting to our last day in Paris. What felt like ages ago. Just before heading to the airport, we stumbled upon the Les Colonnes De Buren in the inner courtyard of the Palais Royal, an art installation from 1985. Hopping from stone to stone, and getting dizzy just looking at it. Especially after the hangover that comes with a true Parisian night out by the canal. Sipping on Jamaican cocktails, stumbling out the bar, just to find that theĀ pot-head pickpocketer snatched your friend’s phone from her purse. Don’t stay out too late chicas, you never know what will happen! So to complete our French excursion, we had one last meal. Not the baguettes from the corner bakery, nor the delicious Vietnamese pho from Les Marais that I still crave, but a quick pit stop at H.A.N.D.S for a traditional American breakfast. Yes it means “Have a Nice Day.” Eggs, bacon, and toast. I guess we really are all American girls.

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// VEDA leather jacket + coat, AC for AG jeans, Autumn Cashmere sweater, Aritzia scarf, Worth & Worth hat, Jerome Bocchio handbag, Jocelyn Fur accessory //

MIRROR MIRROR

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I always miss everything about Paris. The light-filled bathrooms that make getting ready in the morning that much more spectacular. The narrow streets that seem like they go for miles and miles in the distance. The rugged edges of front doors. The boys on bikes. Red wine at any and every hour. Not sure when will be the next time I will be back to this beatiful city, but I hope that it is sooner than later.

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// VEDA shearling coat, Frame Denim flared jeans, Cynthia Vincent top, Donni Charm scarf, Jimmy Choo shoes //