Good bye 2017 – you were full of surprises and taught me so much but I’m so looking forward to 2018 and all of its opportunities to travel. I already have a three day trip to Paris booked for March. It’s my third time in the City of Love, but my first visiting with someone I’m in love with. How exciting!!
Of course, I’m already thinking ahead and dreaming about where else my passport will take me to in 2018. So far, I’m thinking:
Zara coat, Zara Scarf, BDG Jeans, Matisse Loafers, Quay Sunglasses
Since being diagnosed with generalized anxiety disorder about three years ago, I’ve become almost consumed by the idea of anxiety. I’m constantly checking to see whether or not my chest is constricted, whether or not my heart is racing, etc. This past week, I decided to ban the word anxiety for one month (sans for this blog post :) I realized by constantly discussing my anxiety, I was actually making things worse. Even my boyfriend noticed that it wasn’t until he started dating me that he ever even thought about anxiety. And just a few weeks ago, I wrote an entire post on it.
Let me tell you, it’s done wonders. It’s enabled me to focus on the positive moments in life, like
- the bliss of seeing my baby nephews this weekend
- the satisfaction of cooking my favorite Thanksgiving sides (six sticks of butter included)
- the comfort of spending a whole day watching Netflix in our home theatre
- the joy of finally visiting the Renwick Gallery in DC
- and walking around Georgetown when it’s a crisp 61 degrees (my idea of perfect weather)
Now whenever I find myself feeling anxious, I stop myself from saying it outloud and force myself talk to about anything else. At first it was hard to not acknowledge my feelings, but after a few days, I found the time between noticing a twinge of anxiety and changing the subject to something else getting shorter and shorter. I’ve become more accustomed to letting a moment of anxiety pass rather than letting it overwhelm me.
This past weekend, I visited my boyfriend in Chicago and the highlights reel includes:
- A breathtaking helicopter tour for the coolest aerial views.
- Dining at Spiaggia, a Michelin star Italian restaurant with the.best.free.bread.ever. Would 10 out of 10 go back just for the honey ricotta olive oil dip.
- Strolling along the Chicago Riverwalk. Who needs moonlight on the beach?
- Eating Stan’s donuts which I have done on all three of my trips to Chicago so far leading me to believe I have a donut problem.
- Watching a cocktail chef practice his art at Green River.
Special thank you to my wonderful boyfriend for always planning the best weekends.
My first full day in Budapest, which is actually made up of two cities, Buda and Pest (pronounced Pessshhht), didn’t start until about 4pm. No, it wasn’t the jetlag. I had prescribed myself a cocktail of two benadryls before our flight and needless to say, I passed out before our flight even left the gate. I woke up to a sunny morning in Zurich where we had a layover (as you can’t fly direct from NYC to Budapest).
Nope, I have to admit day one was cut short because after an evening walking tour during which we got this perfect view of Buda Castle from the Pest side, I shamelessly responded to the tour guide when asked if anyone had any questions, “So…like…where do you go clubbing?” Twelve $3 vodka sodas later (did I tell you Budapest is INSANELY cheap), and we somehow stumbled back to our hotel at 6am. Our hotel was gorgeous by the way. We chose Boscolo because we wanted a 5 star hotel that was unique to Budapest (i.e. not a Four Seasons or Ritz Carlton). It didn’t hurt that this pretty thing only cost us less than a couple hundred a night.
We also decided on Boscolo because it’s home to New York Cafe, a breathtaking restaurant that pre-dates to 1894 when writers would come to drink coffee and pen stories under ornate fixtures that reminded me of the Louvre. We had tea and coffee to start, and then as a result of our miserable hangovers, proceeded to devour spaghetti bolognese and a hamburger that pretty much resembled a fancy big mac. Did I tell you the Hungarians were thrilled when the first McDonalds landed in Budapest?
To be honest, I would recommend only going to New York Cafe for the beautiful ambiance and just having tea and a pastry. The food was overpriced for Hungarian standards and most of the menu was American.Since I was feeling so sluggish, I threw on an easy sweater made interesting by ruffled sleeves and wore some jeans I had bought the night before when I realized I forgot to pack my favorite pair and only brought with me some insanely expensive, but splurgeworthy, Paige leather pants. Excuse the messy hair which was the result of a haphazard shower at 5:30am.
After eating, we walked around the Jewish neighborhood and visited the synagogue. One thing I didn’t realize about Budapest before visiting was that the city is home to some gorgeous architecture. It’s interesting because the gilded window accents and windy streets totally remind me of Paris or Vienna, but you can definitely feel the remnants of communism when you turn a corner and see an unrenovated building.The Synagogue was breathtaking and had these immaculate ceilings. I have to say, I found it more beautiful than even the Notre Dame in Paris or St. Mark’s Basilica in Venice. The only religious site that I think tops this is La Sagrada Familia in Barcelona. We ended the day by walking across the Liberty Bridge and up a giant hill to Citadella, where I got this gorgeous sunset view of the city. Our day began with a rough start, and I mean ROUGH. I don’t know if it was the pound of carbs I ate or all the unique treasures of Budapest I saw, but by the end, I was cured and ready for day 2…which I can’t wait to show you come soon.