So while in Portugal for my birthday, I made time to visit the zoo. I know I know, in every city I tell y’all I am no longer going to the zoo because it scares me, but aren’t we supposed to do things that scares us? Why does the zoo scares me you ask? Because minus NYC zoo’s it doesn’t seem as if the fence is all the way enclosed, or there’s no damn fence at all. I always believe, the day I am there, is the day the animals will protest, and realize they are sick of being where they are an attempt to break out. Wild imagination but hey you never know. Portugal zoo, has to be the number one scariest zoo I’ve ever been able to visit. There are peacocks, about fifty of ’em, just walking around the grounds all willy nilly, while the monkeys are not in an enclosure, at all!
I believe I had a good time, after I was on safe grounds OUTSIDE of the Zoo. I always have a great time learning about where they animals actually come from, but I think I may have to retire the exploration of Zoos in the near future. Do you have a must see when traveling to another country?
I’ve grown so fond of Lisbon, Portugal and I cannot wait until I return! Such a colorful and lively city! And the graffiti! I can only think of Barcelona, off the top of my head, coming close to having such an abundance of graffiti! I would’ve loved to stage a photoshoot with unlimited clothing options. A city blended with old world accents mixed with a new version, a younger versions of what it means to be a creative. I would also like to believe just by being in the city, my perception of what it means to be fashionable has grown as well. I was able to mix colors, patterns and prints, to however I saw fit!
Please as soon as you can, get yourself to Lisbon! I look forward to your transformation as a product of your visit. Have you already been? Please let me know all about your visit!
Every time I travel I learn more about myself; what I need from life, what I want my life to look like, how I’d like to mold my future, what areas I’d like to improve upon, etc. This line of questioning happens throughout my time away from home. Traveling forces me, in the best of ways, to grow! There’s no way I can stay who I was, after experiencing a new place or revisiting an old place.
Currently I’m in Barcelona, I was here for my 29th birthday. Barcelona is special to me as it was my very first solo trip. Half way here, I was freaking out majorly because I was questioning myself, severe doubt crept in! Who did I think I was to be traveling out the country, to a place I’d never been, and didn’t speak the language, the damn nerve of me! Fortunately/Unfortunately I was already on the plane, Airbnb was paid for, so there was no way I could back out now, that first trip, taught me how to trust myself, trust my steps and that fiery gut instinct I’ve learned to depend on with my life.
And all that was said, to simply say, Just go!
Its been quite a while since I’ve been able to get to a museum, and the government shut down is NOT helping! So when I am able to get my ‘art fix’ I’ll do it anyway I can, even if that means arriving at the airport twenty minutes early! SideNote: For a flight attendant, twenty minutes early is a very big deal. This was my second time in Albuquerque, so I had scoped out some of the art work that is on display at the airport. Unfortunately It was late, after a long flight so I was ready to knock out but I was determined to see and capture some of the works on display.
Fast forward to the next afternoon, and success! All the art work displayed is from students in New Mexico!
I’ve been to Los Angeles more times than I can count, and I’ve only recently stumbled upon Venice Beach. I know, I know how does one ‘stumble’ but I did just that. Usually whenever I am passing thru LA, I go straight to Santa Monica Pier to partake in either Mexican food or hotdog on a stick, then make my way back to the hotel/airport. However it was such a beautiful day that I couldn’t stop myself when I kept walking towards Venice beach. I see now why everyone either bikes or skates because that forty minute walk was nothing to play with. FYI, While walking I lost my damn glasses!
Venice Beach isn’t what I was expecting, although I wasn’t really expecting anything. It reminded me of soho in NYC, with a bit of market street in San Francisco, and a double dose of free spirit galore. Since I was on a tight schedule I didn’t stop and look at all the art work that was displayed up and down the side of the boardwalk. But if you have the opportunity to visit, check out all the gems I missed out on. If you’re into street art, then Venice Beach is definitely the place for you. Any type of art really, there were ‘show time’ folks performing and an amazing skate (?) park, with plenty of bikers/skaters to catch the best tricks!
Note: Seems as the airport is close enough that you are able to see aircrafts take off frequently, while enjoying the views of the beach.
So you know I can’t possibly live in a city and not find the nearest seafood boil! Thanks instagram, you know exactly what I like. Recently I went to Low Country in Chicago, for happy hour, unfortunately I have a habit of being late so I almost missed the whole event! SideNote: Happy Hour damn sure is an event, forever! The happy hour menu consisted of one pound of mussels and fries for 10$. The jalapeno cornbread sounded too good to ignore, when it came out it was buttery, with a hint of spice.
The rum punch was smack your momma good. It was smooth going down, didnt really taste the alcohol but people, it was there. I also had the sangria but I like I said I was late getting to the festivites that I damn there wasnt able to get my drinks in. But at least, I was able to capture one beautiful photo.
The Mussels were seasoned so incredibly well I wanted to take some bread and just sop (is that a word?) it all up. However as for the mussels themselves, they were extra chewy. Im not sure if thats how they are supposed to be but when in New York, I’ve never had that experience. I ate about half of them but I couldnt stomach the chewiness anymore.
Low Country is located 3343 N. Clark St, Chicago IL 60657
A few weeks ago, I had the pleasure of attending the pop up art show at AMFM gallery, remember? Well I semi documented my time at the event, but I left out a minor detail. I met someone, and actually gave him my real number; shocking I know. Although he’s not someone I would go for, I figured why not? I’m in a new city, and my ‘type’ could be whats holding me back from finding the love of my life. Lets call him, Tyrone. Tyrone is a few years younger than me but he’s educated, passionate about his beliefs, and OD hella funny. Like have me in tears, gotta pee funny.
I warned him about me being a flight attendant, that I really have poor time management plus I’m still trying to navigate around being a flight attendant, being away from home in a new city, etc etc etc. It seems like we are still able to interact over the phone, via text and voice calls. Sidenote: The first night we actually chitchatted on the phone, before we ended the call, he read me a poem. So y’all already know I was ready to marry the kid. I just thought that was such an original, dope thing to do, very out of the ordinary, and seemed genuine. Plus for the duration we talked, he would read me a poem before hanging up.
Fast forward to now, we no longer communicate. I’m a bit sad about that but I am not going to hound someone down to be there. It went left as the day we had planned to go on an ‘official’ date he kinda just left me on read, (iPhone). Earlier in the day we were to meet, a classmate flew in, and I gave her an impromptu tour of Chicago. I got back home with enough time to nap, shower and make it to our date, but I didn’t hear anything from him for the rest of the day. I even, double texted and called a few times but no response. And before you jump to take his defense, he’s alive and thriving. So the search continues, but I wanted to let you guys know, its amazing how open you can have a female just by being original.