Happy New Year!
I’m here trying to grasp the reality of it all. It is 2017 and I will be 42 in just a few months. What the hell just happened? I feel like the clock is ticking. Ticking for what, I’m not sure.
I realized last year that new year’s resolutions are not my forte so this year I am setting goals instead. I may even make a visual board to motivate me daily. Who knows?
In just a few days it will be 2017. I’m just gonna sit here and wait till that sinks in.
According to Back to the Future, we should all be driving flying cars and cruising on hover boards by now. 2016 may not have brought us the self lacing shoes or Jaws 10 in 5D but doesn’t mean it wasn’t an interesting year.
Before I started writing this post I went back to the resolutions, or rather promises I made to myself at the end of 2015. Even though we all forget about these resolutions by mid January, I am proud to say that I did accomplish most of the promises I made to myself. Perhaps not exactly as planned but I did travel solo, I did travel more, I was more me than ever, I definitely did more exploring, more blogging and spent more time with my husband. Yoga is the only one I did not get to do this year but who knows, perhaps 2017 will become my yoga year.
December is here and everybody is being inundated with Christmas gift ideas. From what to get your husband, wife or mistress to the right gifts for the mother-in-law from hell or your favorite pooch.
There is one group I have not seen a gift guide for yet and that is the Traveling Island Girl. I am not referring to myself here, although the guide below certainly represents most of what I would like to receive from Santa this year. I am talking about all of the island ladies that travel often, whether it is for business or pleasure as well as the island girl always on the go.
I am one lucky island girl. Not only do I get to call this very unique half Dutch, half French island my home, but I get to choose out of 37 beaches every single time I feel like going for a swim.
It occurred to me that I don’t share enough of the good, the great and the awesome that can be found on this friendly island. So, last Saturday I linked up with my new sidekick Neil to go beach exploring. I wanted to go test out some of the best beaches for myself and report back to you, my readers with an honest and up to date list of 5.
By Jeremiah Eleonora a.k.a. The Atlanta Islander – Self proclaimed travel snob, luxury connoisseur and “W” Hotel fan.
Back in the days when I used to call Europe my home I used to love city trips……. Taking in the culture, shopping, partying or simply kicking it back and unplugging from the hassles of everyday life – it also made short hops to those old, monumental and historical cities scattered all over Europe easy, fast and affordable.
A few years ago I moved from the Netherlands to the US. Traveling in Europe, from country to country of course has much more of an allure than traveling within the US, where after just one visit or two to a US city you’ve pretty much seen it all. Then there is the fact that I now travel to some of these cities so frequently for work and thus traveling for fun within the US just doesn’t cut it anymore. So, I’ve started to venture a lot more into the Caribbean and Central America. These trips are usually just a few hours away from my new hometown of Atlanta, and are thus perfect for long weekends and some R&R
One of the easiest hops to a different world I’ve made recently, is to my Southern neighbors of Mexico, a country with a long history and a rich and diverse culture, which includes the ever so mythical Mayas, the Mariachi music , (real) Tacos, Mezcal, and many other “surprises”.
By Miep Roidis
My human decided that her blog should be about animals today since it’s October 4th. For those not-so-smart humans amongst you who don’t know the significance of today, please look up “World Animal Day“. I hear my humans talk about something called Google. Apparently she can help you find anything you wish to know about.
My mom, I call her that since she tends to think of herself as my mother, keeps talking about making today a special day. Poor thing. She must be suffering from some kind of retardation. The weird faces and sounds she makes whenever she sees me are testament to that fact. The other human in the house calls himself Dad. I am quite sure I’m living in some sort of home for humans with special needs.