I don’t know about you, but I have always been curious about Cuba. It seems like a beautiful place, with the added mystery that Americans can’t legally travel there. Unless, that is, you are taking a salsa retreat. If you’re taking part in a licensed cultural exchange program, it’s totally ok! I read about The Salsa Retreat in the March issue of Marie Claire, and it sounds like a pretty awesome vacation. The next trip is 8 days in Havana in May. It includes group dance classes, meals with host families, and lots of local live music. With a price tag of $2,900, not including airfare, it’s a little on the pricey side, but the teachers and accommodations are paid directly by the trip, bolstering the local economy while you experience the culture, and learn a new dance.
I don’t know about you, but I loved pop rocks (despite all of the urban legends). I forgot quite how much until I was at a party where the hostess dipped pretzel rods in chocolate, then the candies for a snack. After eating 5 in a row, I couldn’t get enough of the childhood treat – the fun little sizzle and crackle while you chewed. And now I just read that 32 Oral Care is using a similar crystal candy to freshen breath. That’s a whole lot more fun that chomping on another piece of gum, amirite?
Basically how they work is you tear open a pack, and pour them into your mouth (much as you would with pop rocks), then move them around with your tongue while they pop open zinc and IsoVoxy to kill bad-breath bacteria and clean your teeth. They come in cinnamon for all you Big Red fans, spearmint, peppermint, honey mint, and lemon mint. While they’re a bit pricier than my Orbitz multipack habit, I can’t wait to try them out!
It’s not often that a watch really wows me, and I haven’t seen one that I dreamed of having on my wrist since the floating diamond splendor of Wintour Watches. Now Chanel has gone and created a timepiece that I am seriously coveting again. The face is black silk embroidered with a camellia’s pale inks and whites, all surrounded by tons of tiny diamonds. Want.
I am a planner, a doer, a socializer, and I live in NYC –a city where you can arguably never run out of things to do, people to see, or new stuff to try. That combination, while pretty wonderful most of the time, can get pretty darn exhausting at others. Sometimes, after months of feeling like a weekend without days and nights full of activities is a failure, I am run down, tired out, and weary of everything I typically enjoy. In moments like these, I wonder. Should I really live here? Is this really what I want?
The answer is always yes.
But at times, doing the things I like can weigh me down. They stop being fun. And after being here for just over ten years, I’ve learned – when you’re tired, take a break. If it’s going out, hitting the gym, working long hours that’s sapping your stamina just stop. Stop it right away. Even cancel something this instant if you have to- not permanently, but just long enough to rejuventate. If it’s the city’s pace that’s wearing you thin, head to the country. If it’s too many girls nights, try staying in and painting your nails. If it’s work, get your assistant to pick up the slack. When you start to miss it (and you know you will), that’s a pretty good sign you’re ready to pick things back up where you left off. Usually being tired and frustrated is not a sign that your tastes have changed, just an indicator that you might be indulging in too much of a good thing, and you’re plum tuckered out.