Just when you thought it was over

Despite moving to Tel Aviv and "settling down" in one place, I still have a few trips left in me.

So when my dear friends Q and C decided to get married I took a few extra days before the wedding and spent them in Copenhagen, before going to celebrate their nuptials, Scandi-style.

I arrived in Copenhagen and was promptly picked up by L, my friend J's boyfriend, who took us to Torvehallerne, an open-air market similar to Sarona in Tel Aviv, or Borough Market in London. We drank wine, had fish skin tacos made by a former chef at Noma, and then went on to forage for dinner ingredients.

Here's some food porn for you:

You're welcome.

After dropping off way to much in the way of fish salads, meat, and cheese, L took me to his friend's boat. That's right, within two hours of arriving in Copenhagen, I was given a city tour by speed boat.

Poor me.
We took the boat across town to pick up J from near the airport. Passersby stood there awestruck, as J handed her bags to us before jumping into the boat. In their defense, she looked like a total badass rockstar. I imagine their inner monologues to go something like this:
Dane 1: (in Danish accent) Hey, who is that? Is she famous? Where's my phone? I should take a pic.
Dane 2: (also in Danish accent) What is that crazy girl doing with a suitcase by the dock. I hope she doesn't fall in. Oh who are those people picking her up...mmm they're cute...I hope she falls in.

or something like that...

My days in Denmark went by quickly, as J and I ate (mostly shrimp and herring) and drank (mostly beer and aquavit) our way through town. We discovered that Copenhagen has the greatest bike share program in the world. The electric bikes come with a built-in touch screen device so you can navigate to any location, and know where the nearest docking station is. The bikes were basically smarter than me. And if I sound like an ad for the Copenhagen tourism board, that's because I am...or should be. It's a fantastically beautiful city. And yes, spending time there with friends who are locals probably biases me...but I will definitely go back. Especially to Tivoli...I can't help loving a city with rollercoasters smack in the middle of town.

And here's the perfect segue to Stockholm (and yes, I did go back to Grona Lund and ride the coasters again.)

Friday morning J and I flew to Stockholm for a whirlwind wedding weekend. When your oldest friend marries an incredible woman and then a gospel choir sings All You Need is Love, a girl tends to get weepy...and while standing by the groom at the alter all I could do to stop myself from crying my eyes out was look up at the domed ceiling, which was inscribed in something Swedish, only worked for so long. Because later, between shots of schnapps on a beautiful island near Stockholm, and moving speeches, I was a blubbery mess. Luckily, I wasn't the only one.

C&Q are probably the nicest, most generous people I know.
They're so nice, they didn't want gifts. And what do you get for people who literally want nothing?
When I was in the Philippines, it occurred to me that I was in the unique position to give them something special. I decided that for the rest of the trip, I would interview people I found kind or interesting and create a video for them. I shot mountains, sunsets, children laughing, boat rides, bike rides, surfers, monks, potheads, villagers, and urbanites, all asking them two things:
1. what makes you happy?
2. what makes for a happy relationship?

What I got was a strange mix (some of which I didn't bother including) of answers ranging from cooking, sports, listening, to fucking and weed. I still think i can edit the thing better, but time was against me, and as Q hugged me (while we were both crying uncontrollably) I realized sharing wisdom and beauty is so much better than anything I could buy and making my friend happy (and weepy) was the best gift. Forgive me for the cheesiness. emotions.
Must not cry....

Anyway, I will be back soon with Tel Aviv tales.
in the meantime...here are some Stockholm highlights:

The end of year 34, and the beginning of year 35.

It's the end of my 34th year, and also nearly the end of my travels...for now. I spent the last week in Iceland. And if any of you were following my Instagram pics, you'll know how that place is pure magic. Every picture revealed something incredible. I understand why it inspired writers, and and travelers alike. Between the insane moss covered lava fields underfoot with hot water cutting through the terrain and the aurora borealis dancing above, I cannot convey how amazed I was by Iceland. 

I went because my friend asked me to join her. I had no expectations and honestly wasn't super excited about a cold weather destination, as up until now, I'd been chasing summer. I have to say, i will reconsider my anti-cold weather vacation stance. The Scandis say there's no such thing as bad weather, just bad clothing. And once I figured out the right layered approach, me and my travels mates (three incredible women who let me convince them to make this an extreme sports vacation) enjoyed the fresh air and even managed to hike up a mountain and strip down to bikinis and swim in a hot spring.

After all these months of travel, it's funny how easy it all becomes. I landed in a freezing down pour, managed to lose my suitcase (very briefly), and managed to get a head cold. And yet, I got my bearings in Reykjavik, met some locals, had breakfast waiting for my travel mates all within a few hours. 

After all these months of travel, I've learned not to over plan. I broadly knew what Iceland was known for, and as a group we went to a tourist info office and asked what was available and recommended. I refuse to do bus tours, and since we had a car, we had some amazing options. In the end, we decided to climb a glacier, go ice climbing, horseback ride through a lava field, ride snow mobiles, and bliss out at the blue lagoon for two days, and leave our last day open. 

With that game plan, we embarked on some truly incredible adventures. And yes, it was a bit more touristy than the rest of my travels, but I'd be an idiot to climb a glacier unaided or rent snow mobiles in a remote area without a guide. I love extreme summer sports, and i was out of my element with winter activities...so this was the way to go. And what a way to go. I can honestly say, I loved every minute of that trip. Our group dynamic was perfect. I only knew one other person in the group, we had done a road trip together a few years ago, so I knew if she liked the other women, we'd be fine. But i have to say, I could not have anticipated how much fun, how easy and enjoyable this group would be. When you're in close quarters with 3 other people, whether it's a long car ride, or just living in an apartment together, moments of awkwardness or tension are usually inevitable. But we never had that. It was always fun. Every meal we tried new foods (including, fermented shark, puffin, whale, and lamb pate) and talked for hours. And really, isn't that one of the best things?

Every aspect of our trip was amazing. The blue lagoon felt like living on the surface of the moon, the milky blue water was incredible, and at night the sky put on a show for us. Everything we did was new to me. Turns out, I LOVE snow mobiling. Fjord ponies are adorable, and I want to decorate my house all in Scandinavian style. You have to go to Iceland. That is all.

A while ago, I started a list of the things that will always make me happy (I will publish that soon) the first thing on the list: good food with good people. Every meal for a week was like that. I feel so lucky. In fact, this trip with the icing on top of an incredible few months. Since it's my birthday, and I'm in a reflective sort of a mood, please indulge me: I'm realizing more and more just how lucky I am. How honored I am to have known and met such amazing people throughout the years. Quitting my job, leaving the life I had cultivated for 12 years was challenging and at times a bit scary, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I'm lucky I could afford to do it, and lucky that my family and friends were so supportive. I'm so excited for my new life in Tel Aviv, but I think just moving there would not have been enough if I hadn't seen so much of the world first. It's quite a change for me to just freelance full time, to not have a full time job financial guarantee, but it's exciting. I've had the privilege to live however I see fit for nearly one year. I've been able to see things I could hardly imagine. And I was able to spend quality time with friends I rarely see. I have no regrets. I am in awe.

And all the rest

Yes. It's been a while. But in fairness, I've been busy. January and February came in and out in a blur. I found a rhythm in Tel Aviv. One of working, seeing friends, and yes, falling for someone. Without turning this blog into some teenage diary confessional, I'll just say, I met someone amazing and he tipped the scales...so I'm relocating....to Tel Aviv. I've often considered moving to Tel Aviv, making Aliyah to Israel, etc but something always held me back. The logistics of it, the self-doubt, the intimidation factor of moving across the world. But if there's one thing I've learned about myself this year, it's that when I make a decision about my life, I throw myself into it, headlong and fearlessly. I know what feels right- and this feels right. The danger with me is going halfway. 
Strangely I'm not really nervous. I'm excited. I'm now mostly dealing with the bevy of paperwork that immigrating entails. It's hard to think that I will live so far from my immediate family, strange that Brooklyn won't be home anymore, and wild that I'm also going to be a full time freelancer. That's right folks, no more office job for me. I figure if I'm making a change why not go all the way. Tel Aviv resident and freelance writing and design. Oh, so if you need any design work, feel free to contact me :)
I still have a few trips before I relocate. So stay tuned!

Better late than...

I know, i know. It's been a while. I left London December 1 after a truly lovely and memorable thanksgiving amongst Americans, Swedes, Germans, Brits, Austrians, Danes and a Nigerian. I'm so glad i decided to make the trip back.

I'm also glad i came bak to Tel Aviv, well Jaffa to be specific. The last time I was in town, I fell in love with Jaffa. There was something so magical about being in a part of Tel Aviv that felt seemingly untouched by time...probably because every building there is at least 200 years old and nothing is allowed to be destroyed only renovated. it's like Jerusalem, without all the religious fervor...and also chucks of the old part of town is owned by the Greek Orthodox Church...which is crazy...anyway.

A talked to a friend, and he managed to find me an apartment in Jaffa. So after landing, I took the train into central Tel Aviv, with the intention of simply taking a taxi to my new apartment- a feat that proved itself to be less than simple. So there I was suitcase in hand, asking a cab diver to take me to where I needed to go. He told me to wait a minute while he grabbed more passengers and he would "negotiate a good price for me." All this was said in Hebrew, and the driver walked away as another driver asked me where i wanted to go. The suddenly the first driver asked the second why he was talking to me. and an all out brawl ensued. Two grown men were literally fighting over who would take me. I quickly jumped into another taxi, told him where i wanted to go, and i demanded that he run the meter. In a heavy American accent he told me "ein beiaya" (no problem).

So off we went to my new home for the month. My new roommate greeted me and immediately asked if i wanted to go out as her friend was throwing a party. I instantly new we'd get along. I told her I did, but sadly I couldn't since a friend of mine was waiting for me a bar. So i dropped off my bags, took a shower and headed out. Did I mention I love this city?

My friend greeted me with wine and an invitation to go on an adventure with him and some friends the following day. And really this is why I haven't written. My adventures here have been so ridiculous I haven't had the time or perspective to write about them. Our adventure on the subsequent day- a helicopter ride to Chateau Golan, a vineyard in the Golan Heights, was nothing short of spectacular. and i have the pictures to prove it.

Proof:

Yeah you read that right, I took a helicopter over half of the country to sip on some wine while being given a private tour of what many consider to be the best vineyard in the region. 

Whaaaaaat!?!? how the hell do you top that? It was nothing short of epic. Really, I've had had so much fun here. I've met new people, enjoyed the company of old friends and family. And isn't that what it's all about?

What I've loved about Jaffa are the little things- the local cafes where all the dogs know all the waiters. How the architecture hasn't changed in hundreds of years, so every building must constantly maintain an old world that fights the glass boxes of nearby Tel Aviv. There's an actual feeling of community: One where restaurant owners sit with their customers, and everyone knows everyone. Within a few weeks, I was even part of the club, meeting and chatting with locals over americanos in beautiful outdoor cafes. I love the fish shops where gruff old men scale fish next to their sons and grandsons. Where people argue passionately over who makes the best hummus. i love how the evening Muslim call to prayer echoes like dueling playlists from minaret to minaret. 

I bike by the beach as often as I can, and i still cannot get over the sunsets over the Mediterranean.

My mom said I sound like a fancy lady on a pension. Coffee shops in the morning. Lunching with friends during the day, and parties at night. 

But how long can that last?

A brief trip back to the beginning

I'm in an uber hipster bar waiting for my breakfast to arrive. The waitress tells me it takes a bit for this particular order. My response: "it's ok, I'm not in a rush." (Said in Hebrew). I still can't get over the decadence of that statement. Five months into my travels and I'm getting used to the rhythm of this new life I've chosen. It's like improvised jazz (that's a genre, right?) sometimes it's fast and wild and then other times it's slow flowing liquid- time creeps at its own languid pace.

Anyway... I left Australia in November 20.

Did it make sense to leave Asia Pacific and head back to London? Probably not. But 10 days with my best friends, including what promised to be an epic Thanksgiving dinner, was too good to pass up. So I essentially flew half way around the world (23 hours) for a big meal. Totally worth it.

Going back to London felt a bit strange after so many months. It was like going home in one sense, but then somehow it also felt totally foreign. I spent my days going to yoga, seeing friends, and when Thanksgiving did roll around, cooking up a storm. We were four adults crammed in a kitchen all determined to figure out how to make a traditional turkey day feast: I now know how to make a real Thanksgiving turkey, how to make gravy from scratch (it takes 24 hours) and that if I'm left to tend bar, how to get a group of otherwise responsible adults utterly hammered. 

10 days flew by, and suddenly I was waiting in passport control in Ben Gurion airport getting my three month visa.

Land of Oz-part III

Sydney and Malbourne did not dissapoint. Anytime you know locals, anytime you can stay with friends, you're gonna have fun. I actually ended up doing a bit of freelance work in both cities- so I got to see what shared workspaces were like. I also managed to stumble upon multiple festivals in both cities-leading me to believe that festivals are a thing in Australia. I went to the Sydney wine festival, Newtown festival, and the Melbourne food festival. All were quite fun. If I sound a bit flat in describing these cities it's probably because something has happened to me along the way. I'm over cities. Yes there are tons of amazing things to do, but nearly everywhere I've been, most cities start to feel the same. They become a blur of coffee shops and stores, gas stations and noise. And yes obviously I've had a great time in each city and appreciate the different languages and cultures in each, but I've come to seek out and appreciate the stuff outside the urban locales so much more. For me, the highlight of Sydney were the Blue Mountains. Having a gorgeous mountain range an hour outside a major city is a big deal. And hiking for hours in clean air surrounded by waterfalls and eucalyptus trees was quite special.

I even managed to meet a fellow traveler-L, an Irish woman working in Scotland who decided to take two month off of work to see New Zealand and Australia. We got along so well that we even drove the Great Ocean Road together.

Great Ocean Road was perhaps the only dissapointing part of my Australian sojourn. It was like the Pacific Coast Highway, but really short and you can't really see much of the ocean. The only highlight were the twelve apostles:

Yes it was photo perfect, but not worth the drive. The only thing that made it at all worthwhile was the company. L and I turned a lame road into a very fun road trip. And if the worst part of my Australian adventure was getting to know someone new, I cannot really complain. In fact, I can honestly say it was an incredible trip. It was all planned last minute, yet I managed to do everything I wanted. Who can ask for more?

So L and I came back to Melbourne, and I headed to the airport, and back to London for an amazing Thanksgiving.

More on that later.

Land of Oz-part II

Damnit. I'm on a bus...again. In fairness I just got off of a plane, so my modes of transport are improving. After my second overnight bus in Australia, I decided flying was the way to go. But these long hauls do give me the chance to reflect a bit. So here's what I've got:

Australia is fucking rad, and so are its inhabitants I sound so eloquent, don't I? Crude language aside, let me share so examples- after returning from my Whitsunday adventure, I grabbed a drink with my new Danish friend, who promptly invited me to stay with her in Melborne (I'm en route to her place now). I took an overnight bus -to Hervey Bay, and headed to Fraser Island from there. Though I'm not big on guided tours, it's really the only way to see the sand  island. Yeah, it's an island. Made of sand. One can drive 75 miles along its coastline, which is considers a federal highway. Anyway, I get on the massive bus which will haul us around for two days (massive due to its huge tires for ploughing rough said sand) the driver, Pete, introduces himself and asks where everyone is from. Before anyone can speak, he says, "let me guess, we have Germans on the bus."

"Jah, jah" a few people respond. Then the usual cast of international characters chime in- Holland, Switzerland, Denmark. Finally, I say: "American." Pete gives a quizzical gaze, "did you say American?"

"Yup."

"Americans don't travel."

"This one does."

Then, without hesitation, Pete said "well then get on up here American, you're traveling up front with me."

So for the first time, being an American made me special, and not the ostracized kind of uniqueness generally reserved for Americans- I got the good seat.

Fraser Island was beautiful. White sand beaches and all that. But I must say, maybe it's because tour groups and tedious, or maybe because I had such an amazing time on board Kiana, I would classify the trip at first as thoroughly meh. That is, until dinner time. We stayed at some tacky resort built in the 1960s, though way nicer than any hostel, I felt like Baby and Johnny Castle would most likely be making an appearance that night. Sadly they did not, but guess who did? As I was waiting in line for "Mediterranean" buffet food, I heard my Canadian friends from Kiana calling my name. It was this hilarious reunion. There we were, the only North Americans for  miles, friends for maybe 5 days, hugging it out like we'd all grown up together. I loved it. We caught up, had whatever  passed for dinner, and went back to their patio to drink wine and talk.

**I didn't get a chance to finish this post- so fast forwarding a bit, here are the rest of the Australian highlights:

After Fraser Island, I headed to Brisbane. A friend of mine from high school randomly lives there. She picked me up from the bus station (don't worry, it was a short ride) and with her two year old son in tow, she asked if I would be ok if we visited the "hop hops." Not knowing what she meant, she explained that her son calls kangaroos hop hops. Did I mind? Absolutely not. So off we went to Lone Pine Sanctuary.

I hate zoos. I hate the way they smell. I hate the way people gawk at the animals. I hate seeing caged creatures. Lone Pine, though technically a zoo, or maybe Aussies have a different definition, because that place was the most un zoo-like animal habitat I've ever visited. Little (and sometimes not so little) water dragons and wild turkeys roamed freely the trick was not stepping on them.

Emus were given free reign to mingle with wallabies and the famous hop hops. Birds were fed by willing visitors. And koalas just hung out on eucalyptus trees. Oh and you could hold them. I held a koala. Her name was Cocoa, and it was glorious. 

Then we fed the kangaroos. We hand fed kangaroos. It was magic. Watching my friend's son feed them with no feear, with gentleness and respect was amazing. Why can we do that in the US?

The next day, I took a very short bus ride to Byron Bay. I squeezed in 24 hours to this small surf town last minute because everyone I knew told me I had to- and it didn't disappoint, I only wish I could have spent more time there. I surfed crappy waves (they can't always be great) but had fun with my instructor nevertheless. He told me where to go out- and for the first time in a while, I wasn't in a total tourist trap. Live music, great food, and I was a happy camper. The old hippy town did not dissapoint, but Sydney beconed and off I went in an aero plane to the capital.