If you’ve been reading along, which I hope you have, then it’s no mystery anymore that last week I went west, and travelled to California for a few reasons. The main one being my attendance at the Lucky Fabb Blogger conference, the 4th one so far, and the biggest and best yet.
But my decision to attend was made easy by the other opportunities that the trip would bring my way, namely an excuse to stay on through the weekend and visit one of my girlfriends, who after a brief stint back in New York moved back to her hometown earlier this year. Apparently,a long distance friendship can be bi-coastal, and were living proof.
It’s not too often that you’ll find me ever lamenting on the plight of New Yorkers.This blog frequently exists merely as a canvas to which I am constantly repainting my beloved island on, and it’s normally with great admiration and deep introspection that I live and breathe within this city of mine. But sometimes, every the most native of New Yorkers needs to get off the island. I escape to travel, to see new lands and people, to visit friends, attend conferences, and sometimes, just to escape.
New York City can be a Monet, sometimes a mess up close, but always stunning from afar. There is no greater feeling then when you’re headed back onto the island of Manhattan, and a light shines onto the skyline, making it vulnerable with the hope and promise of the city. In that moment, as I crossed over into the tunnel, thinking fondly of the gorgeous ocean, Malibu mountains and Shining sun, an old familiar friend re-found me. New York was my town , and it always would be…
Dinner At Villa Blanca. (I was hoping to see RHOBH, Lisa Vanderpump but alas, it didn’t happen! )Exploring, Malibu Country Mart. Soaking up the sun at Malibu Wines, and a throwback in time for brunch at the Old Place.
Took me Back to my “Hey, Dude” days… how soon we forget the classics
Born to Ride at Neptunes Net, by the beach
Pops of Purple at the Malibu Country Mart
Street Art on Melrose
Like My beloved Pepsi Cola sign in Manhattan, as is the Beverly HIlls Sign to me when in LA. In my mind, it defines the town, freezing a fabulous era in time. A better one, if you ask me.
Malibu
Where the Road goes, Nobody Knows… and the Journey Continues…..
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