We first noticed the stifling heat of East Coast summer giving way to a pleasantly warm, ocean breeze filled evening. We felt ourselves relax, within minutes of being in LA, it felt like returning home. Los Angeles is an unlikely contender for a favorite city for both of us, and yet, when we think about where we’d like to end up, it sits firmly in the top ranks. You’d think we’d hate it here, the traffic, the perpetual summer, the superficiality. But we don’t. We love it (most of the time). Los Angeles is many things, but it always unapologetic in its absurdity. It’s a city that recognizes it’s contradictions. Though finding your place here can be difficult, once you do, it’s home. For us, that’s always been the east side, and while the west side often results in a fair amount of eye rolling from both of us, we still love it. In some odd, love to hate sort of way that keeps brining us back. It’s also where the ocean is.
After an incredible wedding weekend (post to come!) we headed to LAX to fly to Morocco for our honeymoon with a layover in London. This trip is the first time we’ve ever used a trip planning service (Truffle Pig), and we were excited to forgo the trip planning while also planning a wedding, and to put our trust in someone else so that we didn’t have to consider logistics. Of course, we had reservations. Would we enjoy luxury travel? Would we miss our independence? Would we feel disconnected or guilty for traveling this way? But mostly, we were just excited to spend time together exploring a new country, still riding the emotional high from our wedding. Continue reading
Fifteen hours is hardly enough time to see anything in Istanbul. But, we tried anyway. We landed late, slept, and woke up to a gorgeous sunny, temperate day. Given Istanbul’s propensity to rain in the winter, we counted ourselves lucky.