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All in Musings
The first time I visited Amsterdam was about 6 years ago... ouch, that makes me feel really old. It was during my Christmas break, the year I taught English in Madrid, and it was one of the coldest winters in Amsterdam, or that's what people told me or maybe what I told myself?!
Remember that time I went to Vermont for Cheese Camp with Vermont Creamery? And then I promised I'd tell you all about it, but then went on a million trips and didn't? Well, let me start by saying, prior to my visit in August, I was a Vermont virgin and was not prepared...
We've been home for a couple weeks now and I can proudly say that I've finally unpacked the last of my travel gear and washed my last load of trip laundry. I'm finally back on a semi-normal sleeping schedule and staying up late enough to hang out with friends.
Wooaahhh is jetlag a real thing. After 24 of some of the most amazing days on the road, Moses and I are finally back home in Los Angeles with our favorite little sausage, Vienna and hi, we are also the newest members of the early bird special club.
The thing about California is that it's big. Like really big. And Los Angeles is a beast of a city, which I feel like I've barely scratched the surface of two years into living in it. That's why I pretty much backflip-jumped at the chance to head out to the Santa Ynez Valley...
First off, 48 hours in Honolulu definitely is not enough time!! However, since we were already in Maui, Lily, Molly, Steph, and I caught a quick 30-minute Island Air flight to Oahu for a quick food tour, led by me (lol). Trust me when I say we did not have enough time or stomach capacity to tick off even 1/8th of my list.
I've been going through all sorts of #SLAMsquad2016 (SLAM = Stephanie, Lily, Alana, Molly) withdrawals as of late. Spending a week or so in Maui with some of my favorite humans was nothing short of glorious. Growing up in a place most people refer to as paradise, I'm not sure I fully grasped how lucky I was until I moved away.
