24 hours in nyc

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Hey, guys. Our quick trip to the city was a bit less adventurous than planned- note the puffy-eyed half-smile above. ^

I guess I can count myself lucky to have lived 25 years without experiencing serious food poisoning. But like most adventures to exciting places, this weekend’s trip gifted me with an unexpected notch in my belt…and a stitch in my belly. Safe to say this girl will not be eating sushi anytime soon!

Despite the many embarrassing circumstances my body surprised me with this weekend, I felt supported, loved, and cared for. There is a lesson in every bit of life (besides being wary of raw seafood) and this weekend’s was certainly one of compassion and trust. If only I could express my true level of gratitude for this sweet beanfriend. All I can say is I am sorry for couping you up in the big city. Thank you for making me feel cute in the least cute of times. Thank you for turning rain into sunflowers. Thank you for carrying my tea and toast. Thank you for all that you did and do. Thank you for being a one of a kind boo. Preesh you. Yup. I really, really do.

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weekend update

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Season 40 is off to a roaring start, and this beautiful beast shows no signs of slowing. In 5 weeks the company have learned almost 6 ballets; One new work is still in the creation phase, and our first full length Widow’s Broom is currently a collection of scenes. I have eight countable bruises on my legs and a fire in my belly. The time is now.

Speaking of full seasons and carpé-ing diems, this weekend M and I are off to the city to see New York City Ballet’s Here/Now program on Sunday. Wheeldon, Wheeldon, Ratmansky, Peck. What an incredible lineup! I will be reviewing the show on The Wonderful World of Dance, so stay tuned.

6 days in denver

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We met Margaret Brown, Welcomed Western Week, stomped Mount Evans, echoed Echo Lake, graced the Garden of the Gods, jammed at Red Rocks Amphitheater, waved to Buffalo Bill, caught a hailstorm at the top of Seven Falls, and got stranded in Wyoming.

Being stuck at a rest stop in Cheyenne, Wyoming with a busload of people- right around dinner time- may not seem very fun. Especially if that bus begins its venture at 2:30 am and ends up running out the dear,  sweet driver’s legal driving limit in “bumpa-da-bumpa” traffic. But what you might not know, the thing that makes all the uncomfortable attempted napping positions and dangerous hanger conditions worth it, is totality. On August 21, 2017, we spread blankets, strapped on glasses, and cranked Pink Floyd to witness the total eclipse of the sun. As the moon made its way into line, we watched the light grow dimmer, felt the air cool. For a few sublime moments, the sky put on a 360-degree sunset. The sun circled hugged the moon in a perfect, glowing ring. Jaws dropped. Eyes widened. And we listened:

All that you touch
And all that you see
All that you taste
All you feel
And all that you love
And all that you hate
All you distrust
All you save
And all that you give
And all that you deal
And all that you buy, beg, borrow, or steal
And all you create
And all you destroy
And all that you do
And all that you say
And all that you eat
And everyone you meet
And all that you slight
And everyone you fight
And all that is now
And all that is gone
And all that’s to come
And everything under the sun is in tune
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon.

-Pink Floyd, Eclipse

a short stay in…

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…Boulder! These past few days have been the perfect blend of exploration and relaxation between busy Vail and a full itinerary awaiting us in Denver. A few stops worth mentioning:

Boulder Bookstore. We made 2 visits to this beautiful bookstore in the heart of the downtown area to peruse/get lost. I came away with Sheryl Sandberg’s Option B, and M bought a few nerdy business books ;)

Zeal. The grilled peach with goat cheese, honeycomb, and balsamic. Oh, boy. Wish we had more time here just so I could do another meal at this farm-to-table spot.

Boxcar Roasters. Sharing a space with the boutique foodie shop/cheese and charcuterie counter/wine corner, this coffee shop screams expert curation. I had a really yummy jasmine green tea, and M reports that the coffee was good, too.

The flatirons. We hiked up around the flatirons loop early in the morning. The weather was gorgeous. We decided to stop at the top and sit on the big stretch of rocks that overlooks the valley. In a series of unfortunate events (ahem), my phone was dropped several feet below the layers of rocks. M recalled a quote from Confucious as we pried up heavy boulders and used long branches like chopsticks to fish it out. An hour later, the phone was cracked and dirty, but in my hands. Save to say, the hike was still beautiful, just hang on to your slippery electronics!

Boulder Dushanbe Tea House. This teahouse was built in Dushanbe, Tajikistan, then disassembled and shipped to Boulder, where it was carefully rebuilt as a sign of friendship and peace between the two cities. Quite simply, the building is stunning, the tea menu is pleasingly extensive, and my Mediterranean salad was delicious.

Alpine Modern Cafe. This is fast fine-dining in a design-happy environment. Our brunch was so nutrient dense and filling, we were still quite satisfied when dinner time rolled around.

summer staycations

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My GOODNESS, you guys, these past few weeks have been jam packed with travel, family time, homework, teaching, picnicking, kickboxing, yoga-ing, sunset-chasing, sweating, firework-watching, and a teeeeensy bit of sleeping, just for good measure. I know I say this about every season of life, but July is truly proving to be one of the busiest yet.

Since I’m busy teaching at the FBP Summer Dance Intensive and a few other summer workshops around the area this month, I’ve sticking close to home with some fun New England jaunts between homework cram sessions. A little round up of seasonal spots to match this smorgasbord of photos, if you’re interested…

Watch Hill for a beach day, a glass of rosé at Olympia Tea Room, and a sunset.

Little Compton for the cutest general store, massive waves, and a nostalgic private(ish) beach.

York, Maine for family dinners, lighthouse jogs, and watching a little bug dig holes at the beach.

Boston for Fourth of July fireworks, Turkish breakfast, serene museum visits, massive vegan salads, and yes, another long walk on the beach.

Providence for proper Prospect Park picnicking and catching up with best friends.

a slip and a tip for traveling dancers

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Summer and New England have only just made things *official*, and already this is the most traveling I have ever done on a summer layoff- hands down.

From New Zealand, to the Berkshires, to Maine and soon enough Colorado (more details on that soon), M and I have been zipping around this globe like hummingbirds dipping our little beaks in here and there and everywhere. In the process we’ve learned a thing or two about what makes travel more enjoyable for us. My biggest lesson learned, if you’re interested…

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10 days down under

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as we touched down in Queenstown

island vegetation and mini eco-system formations

welcomed us to a land down under

avo toasted plates and brekkie bowls

dark fruit breads and savory scones

skyline hikes to starfish dives

winding drives past brown beehives

by rocky vineyards and cold Sound rocks

then cute salads and long bird walks

sweet TimTams and fijoa fruits

just Keds and my trusty boots

exploring a world upside in and downside out

leaning left in round abouts

now a fat stack of boarding passes

sits in my home like wasted ashes

artifacts of our 40-hour days

and proof of passports so well played.

BOS-SFO-SYD-ZQN-AUK-HOU-IUD-PVD

-from the weary mind of a NZ traveler