Getting married on Orcas Island surrounded by the people we cherish most was indescribably magical. Lucky for us, that magic followed us across the Puget Sound as we hopped over to Lummi Island for a few days of relaxation and post-wedding bliss. Our days were… Read More
A visual feast of the best weekend of our lives. Doe Bay, you’ll always hold a special place in our hearts. Photos by the lovely Lauren Kolyn.
Driving along the Olympic Peninsula feels like pouring out onto the earth’s edge. We drove slow, taking in the vast and rugged coastline, eating oyster po boys and dreaming about the future along the way. We watched seals swim at sunset, befriended a deer, sunk our toes in the sand, and drank whiskey… Read More
The changing of the season always takes me by surprise. Even though it happens each year, I am always struck by how it manages to creep in, quietly, doing its work in the night. Until one ordinary morning, it shows itself, as if sitting outside your window the… Read More
After six weeks of temples, motorbikes, sticky rice, tiny islands, night buses, and fish sauce — I find myself in a very different part of the world: Tuscany. I am currently a farm intern at Spannocchia, an agrotourism specializing in salumi, wine, and olive oil. Along with 7 other hard-working, food-loving… Read More
Just when the 102 degree heat became unbearable, we made plans to get out of the city for a while. Without much thought, we knew we needed two things: breezy mountains and a body of water.
Three very windy and bumpy hours through the mountains landed us in beautiful Pai just north of Chiang Mai. We walked across a rickety bamboo bridge to a small tent that was to be our home for the weekend. Our tent sat right along the… Read More
There are few things that put me to sleep quicker than being tucked into a tiny compartment in a moving vehicle. After hearing stories about the two-level night buses that blast Korean pop music videos until the wee hours, we were relieved to snuggle into… Read More
While a bit of a drive, the Methow Valley in northeastern Washington is stunning. Since there is still some snow in the mountains (all of these tulips almost had me fooled), we picked a place that would be good for camping, but in a sit-and-drink-scotch-by-the-wood-burning-stove-in-a-modern-Danish-shipping-container kind of way.
A week in the jungle of Puerto Viejo, Costa Rica. Still dreaming of rice and beans, white sandy beaches, banana pancakes, baby sloths, and the sound of howler monkeys at nightfall.