It's so easy to get caught up in the grind of execution in our day to day that stepping out onto a plane jetting you across the world at a moment's notice can seem like an impossibility. This was my initial thought when an opportunity to go to Tokyo, Japan popped up out of nowhere. No time to over think, we booked our round trip flights and a few days later, we were off on a culinary and cultural adventure.
A three-day culinary visit to Cleveland quickly teaches you one thing – we are going to need more time! Often overlooked and labeled as a ‘fly-over zone’, Cleveland is rapidly becoming a major player throughout the top Midwestern cities...especially in food!
Immersing oneself in a good book, indulging in a great meal or attending a live art performance are all great examples. There exists one place, in Connecticut, that offers guests a collection of experiences designed to make even the most astute adult feel like they are in a playground.
Paris. The city of love. In art, in food, and in design there is an inherent joie de vivre that shines through with an ardent passion. Visitors and locals alike are dedicated to the utmost enjoyment of every moment, strolling through the winding streets, dangling their feet over La Seine or watching the world go by over a glass of wine at an open air café.
As I sit in Boston Logan airport, having zoomed through security thanks to TSA Pre Check, I find myself on the cusp of a new journey. Since my last performance with Boston Ballet on the 27th of May, things have been a veritable whirlwind of activity, with unexpected feelings of liberation and lightness.
New York is so many different things to so many different people. Each of my New York trips are as distinct one from the other as they can be; but I always end up with a collection of anecdotes to share - so many of which are food related.
This year, at the end of show #42, we threw out the old year, along with all of the Nutcracker baggage and got to ring in the new one with a two week break. In large part thanks to Max, in the midst of all the Nutcracker madness, a trip to Florida was planned...
One of the most satisfying feelings in life is knocking an item off a to-do list. The satisfaction is especially great when it involves not just any list or item, but rather, those that keep getting brushed to the side by others and end up leering at you from a dusty corner.
I couldn't help it - I had to fit in another trip to Europe before the 2015/16 season starts back up at the Boston Ballet next week. Las Palmas in Spain. With two months off from performing and rehearsing, a few of my fellow dancers and I decided to fly to the Gran Canary islands for a two-week intensive training program.
In this third iteration of my trip to Italy, I will try to capture the paradise that exists quietly on the Amalfi Coast in Positano. With pictures that only do it half the justice it deserves, this will be no easy feat...
When I think Italy, I think wine. I will forever be grateful to my good friends at Formaggio Kitchen for putting me in touch with a couple of their favorite wine producers from the Chianti region. From these contacts I was able to set up two incredible visits at two very different wineries.
A trip to Italy, known across the globe for its passionate love affair with food and art, has been a dream of mine for many years. My boyfriend and I made the trip and filled our 11 days there with an overwhelming amount of food experiences.
The closing of the curtain at the end of our Thrill of Contact performance at the Boston Opera House on Sunday marked the end of an incredible 2014/2015 season with the Boston Ballet. A trip to Newport for some R&R was in order...
It's near impossible to do much of anything during Nutcracker and apart from a visit to Study in Kendall, I have been in food hibernation. Luckily, I was able to make up for lost time with a trip to Tahoe and San Fran.
Getting through Swan Lake, always takes every ounce of my energy and attention. Nothing like an impressive 24hrs of spontaneity through food and drink to refresh!
Summer weekends are sadly drawing to a close. It is essential to treasure them while you can and a perfect way to do this is a trip to Nantucket - an island off of the Cape.
This summer, after my return to stage on tour at Lincoln Center in New York, I whisked myself away to the UK and then puddle jumped over to Paris. A couple of days spent in this city is a good plan any time of year and even in the rain, it remains one of the most romantic, tasteful cities.
There are few things better than a perfectly timed trip - one planned with enough forethought that it hits just before you become completely fritz out at the hands of your frenzied schedule and just before you reach that dreaded point of escapism.
This summer I have had the opportunity to travel quite a bit. From London to Turkey and a few trips to NY, last week my travels took me to San Francisco.
Although I have lived most of my life in Toronto, it seems to be a city I do not know much about, and this is especially true when it comes to its food scene. A visit to Beast Restaurant gave me some great insight.
When our performance season with the ballet comes to an end with an international tour, we are given the option of flying back directly after the tour ends, or a week afterwards. My close friends and I decided to venture onwards, to Turkey.
The Boston Ballet went on tour to Helsinki, Finland. Although I traveled quite a bit while I was competing as a Rhythmic Gymnast, going on tour with a ballet company is very different.
Four days in London is not enough by any stretch of the imagination...and when you are there to watch your younger sister compete at the Olympic Games, well, the time seems to fly even faster!