Social Media Detox

Rebirth • Renewal • Love • Hope • Growth 

Spring has inspired me to step away from social media for the next month to help prioritize + create additional space for things that are really important to me right now:

Teaching my classes.
Developing my retreat.
Playing with puppy.
Reading, writing, painting.
Being fully present with people I love.

Really connecting.

If you think you’ll miss me, I’ll be sending the occasional musings here on my blog. Or if you just want to say, “Hi!” shoot me an email at

In the meantime, be good to each other, be good to you, and eat all of the tacos.



Copenhagen, Denmark

As the plane begins to descend, I peer out the window fascinated by the tiny white dots of offshore windmills and the Øresund Bridge which connects Denmark to Sweden through an underwater tunnel. From the sky, it looks as if the toy-sized cars are driving off the bridge into the depths of the ocean. Impressive stuff. I already like this place.


The airport is easy. No custom lines (also no passport stamps). I walk out, following the signs to the metro and hoping I make it in one piece. This is my first time navigating through Europe alone, and while B has assured me I will be 100% fine, I have my doubts. With a little help from a friendly transportation worker, I manage to get to Nørreport where I walk to the apartment where I’ve rented a room in someone’s flat for the night.

The weather is divine in Copenhagen! Clear and bright, 65 degrees. I find the apartment without a problem, unload my things and set out to explore.

So. Much. Walking.

Into the King’s Park and to see Rosenborg Palace which has a copper roof and houses the Danish Royal Jewels. I’ve read that they haven’t installed electricity for security reasons, so the guards are armed. Rosenborg looks more like a mansion than a palace, which is actually the case. It was built as a summer home for the Danish Royal Family. The surrounding grounds are fabulous – bursting with vegetation. I stroll through, admiring the gigantic lemon trees lining paths and beautiful flowers of all shapes, sizes and colors. Tons of college students from the nearby university are laying in the grass soaking up the sun.

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I continue towards the Langelinie promenade to see the iconic The Little Mermaid statue. Hans Christian Anderson, known best for his fairytales, is Danish and buried in Copenhagen. Tons of cruise ships (which make the massive yachts look like babies in comparison) clutter the harbor along with a bazillion tourists and apathetic tour guides who loiter about looking bored and holding up numbers so their “group” can reconvene. As I’m taking a panoramic view of the water, I notice a group of people clustered together. Bingo! The Little Mermaid. She is small.  Barely life-sized.

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After a quick lunch in Nørrebro, I find a shady spot on the grassy bank of the river and sit for at least an hour gazing at the water. This day is perfect. No agenda, no travel partners to consult. I am anonymous in a city filled with beautiful Danish people going about their business on bikes. This moment is perfection.


Neuschwanstein Castle | Germany

The Sleeping Beauty is hands down my favorite ballet of all time. The story, Petipa’s choreography, the ornate costumes, the elaborate sets… the music? Well, it was good enough for Disney filmmakers to use for the melodies for ballads and background music in the 1959 animated film. Once I found out that Walt Disney based Princess Aurora’s iconic pad on Neuschwanstein Caste, there was no doubt in my mind (much to B’s dismay), that I must see it.

There is a bit of scandal surrounding the castle commissioned by Ludwig II of Bavaria’s. Ultimately, it is where he was forcibly taken into custody which led to his mysterious death only a day later. You can read more about Ludwig’s drama here.

There are guided tours through the unfinished castle which is furnished. Tiny servant quarters are accessible to view. Elaborate carvings are almost overwhelming in detail. The mosaic floor in the throne room (sans throne) boasts over 2 million pieces! Murals of Richard Wagner’s operas adorn the walls and tons of gleaming copper pots line the kitchen. Talk about a chef’s fantasy.

The day was beautiful and cool enough to make the walk (which is easy enough to do in slightly wedged boots) comfortable, so after viewing the castle, we hiked to Marienbrücke (Queen Marie’s Bridge) for a truly spectacular view. It was like a fairytale.

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Lindau, Germany

I had never heard of Lindau until B insisted we take a day trip from Heidelberg to see it. Lindau is a Bavarian town/island on the freshwater lake Bodensee. It almost borders Austria and is across the water from Switzerland.

After a beautiful afternoon driving through the bright yellow-green German countryside, we arrived on the island at dusk. It’s a sleepy tourist town and there wasn’t much going on that Sunday evening, but we managed to find a fabulous little Greek restaurant, Akropolis, after a short peep on and stroll through town.

Monday morning we walked to their main attraction, the harbor and lighthouse, for a quick coffee and ice cream before heading off to Neuschwanstein which I’ve been dying to see since I learned of its existence. With such a joyous café au lait, how can you not adore this charming town?


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France: Paris (vol 2)

After lunch at a small café, we set out for Le Fouchon to find my aunt’s favorite tea. Holy moly, that place is amazing! Tons of beautiful macaroons and ornately decorated eclairs. Flavors and variations of all kinds. I bought three different kinds of tea, sausages to smuggle back for my uncle, and B bought meat and a delightful Beaufort cheese. It was very pungent, but creamy and flavorful. The little Frenchman, Olivier, explained to us that it is made at a special time of year when the cows eat flowers and herbs in the mountains. One of my favorite aspects of this particularly cheese is that there are these sort of crystalized spots so that the cheese has just the slightest bit of a crunch. So tasty!


We met B’s crew at Le Baron Rouge. It was a very small wine bar with several large wine barrels against one of the walls. You can choose your wine and they’ll fill up a glass, a bottle, or a jug for you. Outside the bar there was a girl selling fresh oysters and crevettes.


We took a 40 minute stroll to the Latin Quarter for dinner at Grains Nobles et Plus. Our group was seated in a private room beneath the restaurant which we called “the cave.” It was stone and brick, circular like a tunnel. Most of us opted for the “surprise” menu with a wine pairing. Such an excellent option! I had a prawn ceviche with Champagne, ahi tuna with a red, mango panna cotta with a sparkling rosé. So much wine. So much laughter.

Sunday was beautiful and sunny. We walked along the Seîne river, past the Louvre, through a park (or two), saw a bird man, gypsies getting roughed up by some police, the bridge where people place a lock on the fence and throw the key into the river to symbolize their eternal love. I feel like we pretty much saw it all.

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We ended up at a café called Ma Salle à Manger. The waiter and waitress were cute and fun – like the might be pantomime performers and this was their side job. We split ad lovely white wine, so dry that it seemed to bubble. Pâte Basque with a small side salad and yummy cornichons. Duck tartin (pie) with leeks and a confit sauce poured over. Wowza.

After lunch, we took the metro (it was free my entire stay as there was a pollution warning) to meet Mik and Sydney by the canal before they returned to Lyon. We took a stroll along the canal before stopping at a cute bar with an enormous black and white mural of an octopus. After we bid them goodbye, thanking them a thousand times for their hospitality in Lyon and Le Grand-Bornand, we roamed on to a bar in the 11th called Ketch which boasted a top notch Gin Fizz. It has a great, hip atmosphere. Tons of tiny disco balls hanging from the red ceiling. From there we moved on to Chez Paul for our last meal of the trip. Escargot in a garlic butter sauce. Risotto with foie gras. We fell into bed at midnight (at the very latest).

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The alarm went off at 5am, giving us 30 minutes to pack and get to the train station. We locked up the apartment, dropped the key in the mailbox, and walked through the dark courtyard. Goodbye, Paris.