When Mat and I left French Polynesia, it rained. The hostess at breakfast looked directly at us and said, ‘Bora Bora cries for you’. It stuck with us. This past Monday it rained in Long Beach, and we remembered her words-to us they meant ‘Long Beach cries for you’. It was so foggy out that from our balcony you couldn’t even see the ocean just feet away from the door. It’s as if she was hiding – not wanting to say goodbye (for now). Perhaps these are just things we tell ourselves to make choices that might be hard, seem easier. Either way, we know just how lucky we are to have these choices and remind ourselves of that each and every day. Read the rest of this entry
Somewhere between nine and ten years ago I moved out of my parent’s house into my first apartment. The building’s been renovated a few times, slammed by a couple of hurricanes, seen a turnover of renters and owners but has always accepted me with open arms. Long Beach has been my home. Waking up to the sight of the Atlantic at Azores Beach and drifting to sleep each night as the waves crash at the shore has comforted me more than words. The lights from the perfectly aligned cargo ships waiting to enter New York harbour each night no longer look like alien encounters, but nightly friends showing up to say hello. Starry nights, fabulous fireworks, the answers to life’s questions in the whitecaps of the waves and sand beneath my toes at any day I wish have been constants, comforts and joys for the past decade. To say I will miss it is an understatement, but it’s time to spread my wings. Read the rest of this entry
Tonight we fly to New York for a visit. Weird. I’ve never before heard myself say ‘New York’ and ‘visit’ in the same sentence since for almost forever it’s been my home base. We know how to ‘visit’ Melbourne, Australia and of course ‘visit’ friends in other places, but never ‘visit’ New York. Read the rest of this entry
Two years ago, Thanksgiving took on a whole different meaning. After Hurricane Sandy hit our shores and our city was in survival mode, so many from all over gave selflessly to assist. The generosity was overwhelming and community spirit lifted. Helping to feed over 1500 people a Thanksgiving meal that many would not be able to otherwise have was heartwarming and inspiring to save the least. The people, the sense of community and memories of that day will stay with me far longer than the destruction of the hurricane. Read the rest of this entry
“Crash, crack, smash!” – Two years ago, Hurricane Sandy slammed our shores. In a few short hours, the ocean met the bay and Long Beach was under water without electric or clean water and ‘shelter’ took on a brand new meaning. One night’s damage would take years from which to recover. For weeks and months on end help came from everywhere and in all forms. The kindness of strangers never ceased to amaze me. Read the rest of this entry
October is here and I find myself already yearning for summer’s sunshine and adventures far beyond my post code. The temperature is dropping a bit and mornings are cooler than middays. Leaves are turning from their summer green to autumn reds and oranges and the pumpkin explosion assaults every sense whether walking through a festival or supermarket. Parks seem filled with apple ciders, pumpkin carving demos and if it’s not Halloween displays in stores they’re already getting set for the December holidays-seriously? Where did summer go?
I’m a flip flop fan who thrives on sunshine and sea breezes and gains strength with every passing wave. Seagulls seemed to have made a permanent home outside my building on the beach just waiting for the few beach-goers to bring them something yummy to eat. Surfers still hit the waves in search of that sweet spot while autumn sunsets continue to astound with their colourful designs. Yet, I still am ready for adventure. My mom always told me that I often thought the ‘grass was always greener’ somewhere else. When I was younger, I definitely thought she was correct and often wanted to fly the coop to see life’s happenings in other places. Today, though, I am more than happy and contented with life on the ocean and feel blessed and regularly lucky to have the opportunities, friends and adventures that I’ve had. Days are filled with smiles (mostly) and nights are spent feeling lucky, enjoying life and of course, plotting the next adventure! Read the rest of this entry
To the lady in the front row of beach yoga today…THANK YOU!
This is the year I turn forty. It’s been filled with Facebook posts, surprise parties and escapades of friends experiencing the same milestone. Amidst the happy birthdays and ‘fabulous forty’ posts there comes that dread of ‘oh my goodness-how on earth am I going to be forty?’ If I’m lucky, in just a few weeks, I’ll reach the same milestone as so many of my fellow 1996 university graduates. Here’s hoping the next forty years are filled with as many amazing adventure as the first forty.
Today started as a traveler’s morning in my own town. A morning beach yoga class on the sand at Lafayette Beach provided by Kristen, our beach yoga instructor. This class was bigger than it’s been all summer. A total of twenty-one people ranged in ages from early twenties to late sixties came to greet the day with their toes in the sand and hips in the air. Read the rest of this entry
It’s summer in New York. For me, summer means sandy feet, beach days, long walks, boardwalk time, picnics, sarongs, adventures, barbecues, outdoor entertainment and ice cream. Each day people flock to the sand to enjoy their own ‘perfect’ beach day. The people we often sit with on the weekends at Azores Beach often categorize the day and smile wide when they exclaim, ‘today is a perfect 10!’ Sun, sand and serenity are often parts of their measuring scale. Long Beach is at max capacity in the summer and often you’ll find some of our favourite locals looking forward to Labor Day when the hoards will disappear and ownership of the sand returns to those who live her year ‘round. During those winter months, many of us look to escape the cold and recreate those days of summer in a warmer climate. How do we make that ‘perfect 10’ day on the sand happen again?
How do we ‘bring back summer’? Read the rest of this entry
It’s happening! For those who know me, it’s not surprising that my smile grows when asked about sand, sun, surf, summer, dark chocolate and of course, travel! Just about every day there’s travel on my brain in one form or another but there are times like this that it takes up every part of my being. I’ve got itchy feet again! Read the rest of this entry
Anyone who knows me will tell you that it’s the simple, little things that make me smile. I choose experience over things, sunshine over snow, barefoot over heels and laughter over tears. Since I spent my summers at the beach as a child, it’s the only place I’ve ever wanted to live and I feel lucky to spend my days next to the Atlantic with my feet in the Long Beach sand.
As a traveler, I love to explore and rarely do I want to return from an adventure. Since those adventures take a bit of cash, there are stretches of time spent ‘at home’ saving for the next journey. While I wait, why not make home an adventure in itself. There’s travel in the every day if we put our minds to it. Routine is boring but travel is exciting, so why not find the exciting in the every day. This summer more than any other before, Mathew and I are doing just that and last weekend was a perfect example-it was Craft Fair weekend in Long Beach! Read the rest of this entry