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Chasing frozen waterfalls in Ithaca with #mycovry sunglasses! Can you see the reflections in my glasses?

Chasing frozen waterfalls in Ithaca with #mycovry sunglasses! Can you see the reflections in my glasses?


A year ago today, I was hopping on an airplane about to embark on the biggest trip of my life. My plane was headed to Cartagena, Colombia and I was about to travel mostly alone across 10 countries from South America to Europe. It would be one of the biggest trips I had ever done in my life.

The trip took my life for a turn that I had never envisioned. It led me to a love for travel, a thirst for adventure and a passion that I had formerly never known for anything. I learned that I love to write. First, about my silly adventures.... Waking up to a stranger massaging my feet on the beach in Colombia. Almost getting robbed alone in Peru. Exchanging money illegally in a back alley in Argentina. Then as time progressed, about ordinary people on extraordinary journeys... Modern Day Explorer. The whole time, I never knew where this little website would take me. 

Today, one year later, I'm super excited to be teaming up with Covry Sunwear, a sunglass line started up by two lovely female entrepreneurs - Florence Shin and Athina Wang. I have loved these sunglasses since I first wrote about them in my beginner writing days. I love when people chase their dreams and find success. Florence and Athina did just that! They had an idea 2 years ago for sunglasses that actually FIT and launched a killer Kickstarter campaign. They've been featured on Fast Company, Huffington Post, Cosmopolitan and today are selling these bad boys left and right. To get your own pair visit I'm rocking the Castor Matte Blue in the photo above. 

Be sure to follow me on social media! I'll be showcasing some great photos with#mycovry sunglasses chasing frozen waterfalls in upstate NY! 


This is a sponsored post, but clearly I'm obsessed with them (i.e. the post I wrote about them in my beginner writing days) so everything is my opinion:)

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Europe is majestic. That doesn't mean New York can't be. 

Located in the northernmost tip of Manhattan are the CLOISTERS, a museum dedicated to European Medieval Art. It is a part of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, and ticket holders from the MET also get access to this venue. Take the A train to 190st and enjoy a ten minute walk along the Hudson River through Fort Tryon Park to get to the museum . 

Entry to the museum is a "recommended $25"Most museums in NYC, including the Metropolitan Museum of Art and the Museum of Natural History are "suggested donations", meaning that the price they display is not a firm one. You can pay anything you want, from $5 to $500. 

Inside are over 2,000 pieces of artwork from Medieval Europe, with pieces taken from actual monasteries, churches and buildings. One of the most famous collections are the Unicorn Tapestries - which uncomfortably depict the capture of a Unicorn.

Free guided tours occur every day at 1pm and 3pm. The museum is rarely crowded, nor very big. I'm sure you could finish exploring the museum within two hours. Once you're done seeing all the art inside, take a visit outside in the garden and enjoy the view where you can pretend to pose for the cover of your imaginary cd album. 

What do you think?Is it more European or American? Comment below! 




The lanes at the pool were separated into FAST, MEDIUM, SLOW and RECREATIONAL, with the latter section reserved for beginners. This of course, was my lane. I had done my fair share of swimming in lakes and oceans but never confident enough to be on my own completely. There was always a lifesaver nearby, a friend, a floatie, a wall or a rock to grab onto. Now, at 26, I felt I needed to really hone in and become a good swimmer.

 I was struggling to work on a new stroke and I tried imagining Bruce Lee's, "You must be like water" speech. I envisioned myself cutting through the water like a martial arts master, with slow rising music in the background and smoke coming off the water in a feat of my extraordinary prowess. I'd float out of the water, completely dry and impeccably dressed in a white martial arts suit with a black belt. Bruce Lee would mystically appear behind the smoke and say, "You done good kid, you done good. " It was a really meta seeming experience in my head until I opened my eyes and realized I actually hadn't moved at all. I was just an idiot paddling in the exact same place with my eyes closed. I was trying my hardest, and getting absolutely nowhere. 

I looked at the other swimmers. They were like dolphins seamlessly gliding through the water. I was heating up inside from anger and disappointment. Why didn't my parents sign me up for swimming lessons? Why do I suck at hand eye coordination? Why do swimming caps look so stupid?

I had more to prove to myself than the short kid in a basketball game.  The disappointment followed me the whole night - and after a few whiney conversations with friends, a few clips from Freaks and Geeks and finally, at a friends suggestion listening to the Grateful Dead's "American Beauty" album I came to a realization. 

Those other swimmers just weren't struggling now. I couldn't compare my few months of practice to their years and years and years of swimming. It wouldn't get me anywhere to compare. The same goes for life. You can look around and think everyone has got their shit together, but they might just be at a different place then you are. Maybe they've gone through their learning phase already, or are better at hiding it. What we see on the surface is just a small percentage of what really goes on under the water. You just have to keep swallowing the water, blinking back tears, pushing past your limit and know that one day you'll make it in the other lane. Not now, but soon enough.

Now, who wants to take me swimming?