START OF THE CALIFORNIA ROAD TRIP

In August, Scott and I met in LA to team up with JUCY Rentals.  We did 2 week road trip along California's Pacific Coast Highway to make  a little video to show off their camper van, The Champ

The Champ, loud and proud. 

The Champ, loud and proud. 

After picking The Champ, we headed south for a night in Huntington Beach which was (in Scott's words) "absolute carnage" due to the Vans US Open of Surf being on and taking over the main strip. 

HuntingtonBeach
HuntingtonBeachPier

California RV sites can get pretty pricey during the summer, so we took the frugal route and opted to park/sleep at any quiet side-of-the-road we could find. Luckily, despite having a very obviously bright green and purple camper van, we didn't encounter much trouble with this method. Only one Park Ranger came knocking at 3 AM in SF Golden Gate Park... but Scott charmed him with his accent and I stayed quiet to seem like an innocent foreigner. AND we were able to put that saved money towards more important things, like fish tacos. They became a staple food group on the road, starting at George's Grill in Huntington and continuing on for the next 14 days straight. 

 

A QUICK UPDATE - FROM INDONESIA

I'm in Bali! And it's awesome. It's awesome to the point where I now regret using the word "awesome" to describe things like muffins or getting out of work early, because this island I'm on is actually so awe-inspiring and excellent that I don't have the vocabulary to describe it. 

Scott and I rented this scooter for 5 weeks and the speedometer doesn't work but at $2 USD a day, who can complain. 

Scott and I rented this scooter for 5 weeks and the speedometer doesn't work but at $2 USD a day, who can complain. 

Bali is extremely photogenic, so expect many updates. Until then, August was a particularly good month with a California road trip and a few wonderful weeks at home before flying here... so stay tuned for some American posts too. Soon!

CHARLESTON, SC - JAY'S BACHELORETTE

A bunch of us headed to steamy Charleston, South Carolina for my friend Jay's bachelorette party. Shenanigans ensued. 

Jay taking the stage. The lead singer of "Melted Velvet" wasn't exactly thrilled to see her surpass him in both dance moves and showmanship. 

Jay taking the stage. The lead singer of "Melted Velvet" wasn't exactly thrilled to see her surpass him in both dance moves and showmanship. 

I laughed and danced harder than I had in months and it was so fun to do with a great group of gals in one of my favorite cities. 

Ari, a Charleston resident and overall renaissance man, hosted the male counterparts for the weekend and treated us all to a few special musical interludes. 

Ari, a Charleston resident and overall renaissance man, hosted the male counterparts for the weekend and treated us all to a few special musical interludes. 

The blushing bride + groom. 

The blushing bride + groom. 

HOME

I'm back in Massachusetts and it is SUMMERRRRR. 

Cranes Beach, Ipswich. 

Cranes Beach, Ipswich. 

Mum + Dad down in Hamilton Beach. 

Mum + Dad down in Hamilton Beach. 

Kevin + Nora had a heart meltingly sweet wedding in June. 

Kevin + Nora had a heart meltingly sweet wedding in June. 

Trevor's 30th. 

Trevor's 30th. 

Being back home in Sudbury/JP/Hamilton Beach with family and friends has been sunny and lovely and full of beach days, dance floor nights and ice cream. I've been doing some freelance work here and there but mostly living off what I saved while working in NZ and it's definitely strange being back in my normal environment without a normal 9-5. Even when I'm good and comfortable, there's always that nagging feeling that I could be doing more, could be making and saving more money. 

It actually makes me think of one my favorite little tales, "The Fisherman and The Businessman":

There was once a businessman who was sitting by the beach in a small Brazilian village.
As he sat, he saw a Brazilian fisherman rowing a small boat towards the shore having caught quite few big fish.

The businessman was impressed and asked the fisherman, “How long does it take you to catch so many fish?”
The fisherman replied, “Oh, just a short while.”
“Then why don’t you stay longer at sea and catch even more?” The businessman was astonished.
“This is enough to feed my whole family,” the fisherman said.
The businessman then asked, “So, what do you do for the rest of the day?”
The fisherman replied, “Well, I usually wake up early in the morning, go out to sea and catch a few fish, then go back and play with my kids. In the afternoon, I take a nap with my wife, and evening comes, I join my buddies in the village for a drink — we play guitar, sing and dance throughout the night.”

The businessman offered a suggestion to the fisherman.
“I am a PhD in business management. I could help you to become a more successful person. From now on, you should spend more time at sea and try to catch as many fish as possible. When you have saved enough money, you could buy a bigger boat and catch even more fish. Soon you will be able to afford to buy more boats, set up your own company, your own production plant for canned food and distribution network. By then, you will have moved out of this village and to Sao Paulo, where you can set up HQ to manage your other branches.”

The fisherman continues, “And after that?”

The businessman laughs heartily, “After that, you can live like a king in your own house, and when the time is right, you can go public and float your shares in the Stock Exchange, and you will be rich.”

The fisherman asks, “And after that?”

The businessman says, “After that, you can finally retire, you can move to a house by the fishing village, wake up early in the morning, catch a few fish, then return home to play with kids, have a nice afternoon nap with your wife, and when evening comes, you can join your buddies for a drink, play the guitar, sing and dance throughout the night!”

...this is obviously a simplified version of the eternal struggle of the work/life balance (is this fisherman planning on paying his kids college tuition with fish?) but it's a good reminder, nonetheless. For me, unfortunately, this whole lazy summery lifestyle won't be able to last for too too long -- but I'm certainly not complaining at the moment. 

   

NEW ZEALAND WRAP-UP

After 6 months in New Zealand, it's the time to take a break from the travels (a holiday from my vacation, if you will) and head back stateside to see the fam, reunite with friends and celebrate a few marriages. I'll be exploring the U.S. of A a little bit and then heading overseas again come September, but until then, I'm excited to enjoy a sunny summer in Boston. 

THINGS I'LL MISS ABOUT NEW ZEALAND: muesli, runs on the Te Atatu Peninsula followed by brunch at William Souter, the view from my bedroom, power walking around Beach Haven listening to Serial, trampolining with Amanda, Carlos + ArchieThe Raw Cafe, white hot chocolates, black sand beaches, rum races, the drive over the Harbor Bridge, listening to Alabama Shakes on the way to surf, campervanning with Sandy, the green countryside, peaceful Aeroview Drive, free blueberry muffins, walking through the Viaduct, the slower pace of life, AM commutes on the Beach Haven ferry, the Pacific Ocean, brunches with Jess, Denise's gossip, feijoas, my van, hello Sunday mornings, long blacks and the way everything just seems easier in NZ.

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The most beautiful muesli, at Dear Jervois

The most beautiful muesli, at Dear Jervois

Raglan sunset

Raglan sunset

Unabomber chic
Pretty Piha

Pretty Piha

Drone flying/cow bothering

Drone flying/cow bothering

Billy Apple exhibit at the Auckland Art Gallery.

Billy Apple exhibit at the Auckland Art Gallery.

Double espresso + Rangitoto from Takapuna. 

Double espresso + Rangitoto from Takapuna. 

Sheep. So many sheep. 

Sheep. So many sheep. 

Feijoa ice cream. 

Feijoa ice cream. 

See you later New Zealand, you tiny beautiful country. 

WINTER SURF TRIP

A surf board purchase called for a road trip to Rotorua (to pick it up!) and a surf trip in Raglan. 

Misty Rotorua.

Misty Rotorua.

Rotorua Market gems. 

Rotorua Market gems. 

While perusing the markets, a stranger asked Scott to take her dog, "Prince Albert" on a walk while she manned her table. This is the kind of thing that happens in New Zealand. 

While perusing the markets, a stranger asked Scott to take her dog, "Prince Albert" on a walk while she manned her table. This is the kind of thing that happens in New Zealand. 

Where we woke up on Day 3.

Where we woke up on Day 3.

View from my van. 

View from my van. 

Note the tiny specks of surfers. 

Note the tiny specks of surfers. 

BAY OF ISLANDS (+ MTV!)

My NZ Work + Holiday Visa was put to good use again when I got a gig working with MTV! A new show called The Shannara Chronicles was being filmed in Auckland and I got a 6 week contract as a Production Manager working on behind the scenes footage. While the 12-16 hour days were completely exhausting, I learned an incredible amount. In-between fangirling over John Rhys-Davies and James Remar, I was in absolute awe of the sheer size of the production and felt super lucky to get this kind of job while traveling (especially since I was seriously considering selling strawberries at farmers markets when I first arrived in NZ). 

Denise and I after a hike in Russell. 

Denise and I after a hike in Russell. 

Denise (a Producer from NYC) flew over and we teamed up to create the behind the scenes content, hiring an Assistant Editor and local ENG crews to shadow the main unit and set up our own shoots .

Denise is an absolute force of life whose perfectionist work ethic is only rivaled by her insatiable energy. Despite being polar opposites in many ways, we made quite a good team and I learned so much from her just through osmosis.

 

Highlights of the job include:

-John Rhys Davies calling our audio guy a "little shit" in the most endearing, grandfatherly way

-Me being completely unphased by the young hunky actors working out but getting so star struck that I walked into the shot when James Remar entered the gym

-Denise tearing up Auckland every weekend and coming in Monday morning with the juiciest gossip

-the catering. All those "oh my god the craft services table makes me fat" interviews with actresses is the actual honest truth.

-working with the same crews that worked on The Hobbit + Lord of the Rings (still haven't seen it, but you know)

-James Remar referring to me as "Boston" after learning where I'm from (he's from Newton!) and having to use every ounce of restraint in my body to refrain from asking him to say "dark passenger" in his Dexter voice 

 

It KILLS me that I can't share the photos I took on set (pesky non-disclosure agreements) but after we wrapped, Denise and I headed up to the Bay of Islands for a celebratory road-trip. Here's a few photos if you'd like to see...

JESS IN NEW ZEALAND, PART 2: THE COROMANDEL

NZ is a country best experienced via road trip, so Jess and I packed up my camper van (a converted mini-van I bought for $2,600 at a car fair --- you've never seen someone so excited to drive off in what looks like a practical car for a family of 8) and headed to The Coromandel Peninsula.  

We (attempted) to dig holes at Hot Water Beach (harder than it sounds), camped at Hahei Beach, hiked to Cathedral Cove and drove along pretty Thames Coast Road, taking in the rolling hills and rugged cliffs. It was a lovely little road trip. 

JESS IN NEW ZEALAND, PART 1: AKL + PIHA

Partly because she didn't fully understand where New Zealand is located, but mostly because she's a fantastic friend... Jessica came all the way over from Boston to visit, for just one week! 

Jess on the bus. She hates public transportation, so this was notable. 

Jess on the bus. She hates public transportation, so this was notable. 

Brunch at the Piha Cafe

Brunch at the Piha Cafe

Jessica is my former roommate, eternal birthday partner and has been my best friend since we were 13 years old. She's the vital kind of friend who despite time or distance, whenever I see her we're right back into giggling like we did in 7th grade English class. It was wonderful to get to do that with her all over the North Island of New Zealand. 

A HOME IN BEACH HAVEN

Once living out of a van while working full-time became an impractical idea (due to pesky considerations like where to park, where to shower, blah blah blah) and it was clear that hostel living in the city wasn't any cheaper than renting a place... I searched for a place to call home in Auckland. 

I scourged TradeMe (their version of Craig's List) for a few weeks and checked out half a dozen places before finding a listing in Beach Haven that looked too good to be true. Right on the water with a gorgeous deck and pool, it looked like a house off of a 90's season of The Real World. Half expecting it to be a scam, I was intrigued when I got an email reply from a guy that wasn't a Nigerian Prince asking for my bank account details... but a Kiwi who said to come by and take a look at the place. Turns out, it was even better than the photos. AND for less than I ever paid in Boston! I moved in the following week. 

See that pointy house that could pass as a hobbit resort? That's my house. YUP. This was taken from the Beach Haven ferry. 

See that pointy house that could pass as a hobbit resort? That's my house. YUP. This was taken from the Beach Haven ferry. 

View from my bedroom. 

View from my bedroom. 

While I'd love to give a full house tour a la Design Sponge, that would be cheating as I didn't actually contribute anything to the decor of the place. Owning only what fit in my backpack in the previous five months, I was psyched it was fully furnished. It had such an airy and clean feel to it, I didn't try to impose my own aesthetic (lots of patterns! too many colors!) onto the existing look so living here was a nice continuation of minimalist living but with my own room and SUPER SICK VIEWS. 

Violet sunsets make for a nice view while washing the dishes. 

Violet sunsets make for a nice view while washing the dishes. 

Beach Haven itself is a sleepy neighborhood that feels like Cape Cod in the off-season. It smells like summer but is super quiet. There's no traffic, the funny mix of shops are low-rise and the sunsets are spectacular. As soon as I arrive at home, it feels like I'm on vacation. 

From the Beach Haven ferry dock. 

From the Beach Haven ferry dock. 

Ferry ride back from the city. 

Ferry ride back from the city. 

Before I bought a van (dreams do come true! But more on that later) I took the ferry to work every morning which is THE ideal way to commute. I'll admit it, I was smug as hell thinking about how last year at that time I was digging out my car from mounds of snow in JP, snow soaking through my boots. 

This wall is hidden off the main road and is actually in no way reflective of what the rest of Beach Haven looks like. But I like it. 

This wall is hidden off the main road and is actually in no way reflective of what the rest of Beach Haven looks like. But I like it. 

Uniformed school kids at the Beach Haven bus stop. 

Uniformed school kids at the Beach Haven bus stop. 

Lazy Sunday around the neighborhood. 

Lazy Sunday around the neighborhood. 

Living in Beach Haven has been pretty dreamy and very different from anywhere else. I think that's the been the best part of long-term travel for me, having these little micro-lives in each new location. Each spot brings a new lifestyle and new habits. You begin to notice what you keep consistent and patterns emerge, illustrating what's genuinely important to you. It's a risk leaving all the routines and comforts of home when you've worked hard to establish them for yourself. But it's pretty interesting to see what kind of life you can cobble together, when you start from scratch in a new place. I'm beyond thrilled my current one includes an ocean view. 

SURF SPOTS

It can be easy to hang with other backpackers when traveling but if you're going to really experience a new country, it's more fun to find natives to show you around. Many of my outings around Auckland consisted of checking out all the local surf spots with these two charmers. 

Cam + Scott

Cam + Scott

Te Arai Point

Te Arai Point

Maori Bay

Maori Bay

Piha Beach

Piha Beach

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Scott would check the surf reports and we'd cruise around in Cam's van, frequenting Te Arai Point, Maori Bay and Piha (I never surfed Piha...Piha would eat me alive. I'd read The Department of Speculation and work on my tan at Piha). 

Cam could always point out the local floral and fauna while Scott showed me how to paddle out the back without "looking like a bloody jelly fish". Eventually, I got the hang of changing into a wetsuit in a parking lot and even grew some surf muscles.