Good morning friends! Today is such a beautiful day, it’s crazy! The sky is so blue, like the color of the Argentina flag, my favorite color. The air is crisp without being chilly. Just the right temperature to be able to wear a light sweater wrap over my yoga clothes and mayyyyybe some cozy boots. From my bedroom window I hear waves, so there might be a small swell. I’m thinking about taking a walk down to the beach to get my fill of negative ions before I head out to the Big Apple. I still wonder why they call NYC that…? I should look that up someday.
I really need to pack. I always, always wait until the last minute to pack before a trip. Doesn’t matter if my trip is an overnighter with Kaleo in LA for an event, or a few weeks in Europe with multiple climates to pack for. I wait. Why? Hmmph, don’t ask me. If I had to answer, I’d say it’s because I like to pack in the moment. If I pack too soon, I don’t have the butterflies and excitement of the trip to guide me. I might pack something that sounds good at that time, but a week later when I leave for the adventure, my choices don’t make sense. Anyone else feel that way? Are you pickin’ up what I’m puttin’ down?
Well, regardless, I have some work to do. Laundry, decide what to wear, pack said decided upon clothes, realize that it all doesn’t fit in my regulation-overhead compartment-sized-carry-on, and begin process all over again minus the laundry. It’s colder in New York right now which means boots and jackets and yummy warm stuff like scarves and hats. I love dressing for Autumn, it’s so fun! My skin, on the other hand doesn’t agree. Being born and raised in Hawaii, my skin loves the humidity and warmth. South American climates are also great for me, the warm dewiness and sexy heat. Where you are just hot enough to slightly perspire, but not uncomfortably overheated and gross. The weather makes you feel like you just stepped into a Shakira video, I love it. But the cooler weather makes my face feel dry and vulnerable. I get blushed from the cold air and my lips get kind of dry. Regardless, I have a different kind of love affair with the cold. The crisp air feels exciting like anything could happen next, like right out of a movie. I think it’s because it’s so foreign from where I grew up. I love the fashion that goes along with the more temperate climates; the knee high boots, micro-ribbed sweater tights with a short dress and of course a soft, luxurious scarf with great sunglasses. When it gets even cooler, like in Stockholm, the fashion is even more fun and beautiful. The great part about places like Sweden is that when it does start to warm up, everyone who has been covering up for so long gets to slowly shed layers of clothing and eventually begin to wear lighter fabrics, and even show a little skin week by week until Summer when the weather is beautiful. It’s like a very slow burlesque show.
As you can tell, I love to travel. I love everything about it. I am not one to pine for the destination alone, I absolutely love the journey. I like to observe the other travelers, noticing the ones who look excited like it’s their first trip to Europe, or maybe they are going off to college and leaving their family and hometown for the first time. Or flying to meet a long-distance lover they haven’t seen in a long time. And then there are the ones who are not having a good time. The ones who hate the journey for whatever reason and just want to make-it-the-hell-there, dammit. Perhaps they are traveling for business and just want to get it over with. Ooh and the ones who are going on a family vacation with their 2.5 kids and a whole lot of stuff: car seat, maximum amount of allowed carry-ons, kids, with the kids own maximum amount of allowed carry-ons, and that desperate Oh please dear GOD let us get there in one piece with no tantrums, few poopy diapers, no fights with my wife, and check in to our hotel in Maui so that I can gulp a mai tai or five while the kids play in the pool. Or maybe they are on their way from visiting their loved one and heading back home. I know that feeling.
Whatever the situation is, I find the people watching a great way to pass time while traveling. When I get to a destination, even more excitement ensues. This trip, I will be flying in to Newark and taking a taxi into the city with Coach’s fiance, Lani. After checking into our hotel we’ll head out into New York to have a girl’s night before the guys get in the next morning. It’s going to be a fantastic night, however I have no idea what we are going to do. Anyone have a recommendation? I love so many places in the city, but I am always eager to try something new. It’s so tempting to go back to the same restaurants and lounges every time I am in New York, but there is so much more that I don’t want to get too comfortable with my usual spots. I’m also going to be doing some yoga while there, at the Jivamukti Yoga Center and maybe Sonic or Om… Again, if anyone goes to a studio they love in Manhattan, please let me know. Preferably in Midtown or Soho, and no hot yoga or Anusara. ‘K Thx. 😉
Monday the tour bus will pull in and I will finally get to see my love! So excited. I’m about on cloud 9 right now. (Again, what does that mean?? I need to look that one up too…) Kaleo and I are going to have dinner with an old friend of his from school and then have a night out on the town with everyone. A day off in the city? No show? What a delight! October 12th bring us to the release of Pepper’s new EP, with two nights of shows back to back at the Highline… I’m so happy. And I feel so blessed. Wow, I’m still tripping out on how beautiful this day is turning out to be… I think I should go out and enjoy the sunshine for a bit. Oh shit, I have to pack.
Hmm, I can always do it later. My plane doesn’t leave until 7AM anyway…
Enjoy this beautiful day!
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