How to Get to Puerto Jimenez from San Jose, Costa Rica by Bus.


I booked my trip to the Blue Osa Yoga Retreat and Spa with the expectation that I'd be able to Google straightforward tips on how to get to Puerto Jimenez from the SJO airport by bus ... I was somewhat mistaken. Blog after blog, forum after forum, website after website: each tip contradicted the other; I was left timid and confused. Set on not taking the fifty-minute connecting flight via Sansa or Nature Air ($100-200 one way), I crossed my fingers and went on my way.

Here is my first hand experience of how to get from SJO Juan Santamaria International Airport to Puerto Jimenez, connecting in San Jose, by bus.

Duration: approx. 9 hours driving time
Realistic Timing: 2 days
Transportation: 15 minutes walking, 2 buses
Total Transportation Cost: 8,060 CRC ($15-16 USD)
Hotel Cost: $26 USD

I arrived at SJO in Costa Rica around 11:45 am and quickly went through immigration / customs (approx 30 minutes). Don't forget to bring your pens, guys. The airline never supplies them.

Signage was pretty straightforward, in both English and Spanish, so I exited the airport with ease, greeted by a swarm of people I didn't know. Families, chauffeurs, taxi drivers, shuttles; they buzzed around me in search for a familiar face or new client.


I already knew where I wanted to go: el autobús. Thankfully the taxi drivers in Costa Rica are helpful, even when you deny their services, so I was directed to cross the street to the parking lot and walk along the left side of the curving structure. The ramp-like sidewalk curved right, leading to the street and a nearby bus stop (also known as la parada de autobús). There were three buses at the stop, including one with the sign "San Jose" on its rear.

Although the directions from travelers online suggested I only take the TUASA labeled bus, a local Tico reassured me the bus in front of us would suffice.

I boarded the bus, and greeted the driver. 

"Para San Jose? Coca cola?"

He nodded.  

I was now reassured that the bus was going to the correct neighborhood, Coca Cola. I guess its called this because there is a Coca Cola distribution center not too far away.

I boarded the bus and paid 500 colones (used to equal $1), only to learn that the exchange rate has since changed, as well as the bus tarifa.

FYI: The new exchange rate is about 535 CRC per 1 USD. The new bus fare is 555 colones.

Arrive AT TUASA Terminal (COCA COLA):

Some thirty minutes or so later, we arrived in San Jose, at the last stop. It brought us to the TUASA Terminal (according to Google Maps), which is right next to the clinica and what I think was a church, on Avenida 2 between Calle 12 and 14.

Walk to Terminal San Carlos
(Atlantico Norte):

When I got off, I knew I had to get to the next bus stop, Terminal San Carlos, so I walked straight up Calle 14 until I got to Avenida 9 (about a 10-15 minute walk), where I then turned right and walked one block over to the San Carlos bus terminal (also known as Terminal Atlántico Norte).

At this point it was already 13:30 (1:30 PM) and I knew there was no bus waiting for me. I just wanted to scope out my surroundings and clarify if the morning bus left at 6:00 or 8:00 the next day, as well as find where the heck the boletería specifically for Blanco Lobo buses were located (which is the ticket office for the bus that goes to the Puerto Jimenez route) .

Terminal San Carlos, Costa Rica
Photo: Olivia Christine

Find the Blanco Lobo Ticket Booth:

I eventually asked a couple of taxi drivers, who gave me mixed answers. Then I met one driver who accurately directed me to the ticket window (located up the short steps on the other side of the peach colored wall, where the wooden bench is) and explained that the bus time used to be 6:00 but they recently changed it and it is now at 8:00. Somehow I felt confident with his answer.

Since I knew I wouldn't make the bus to Puerto Jimenez that day, I booked a nearby hotel at Hotel San Jose, on Calle 14 and Avenida 5. It is on the left side of Calle 14 if you are coming from the San Carlos bus station, and on the second floor, above a few sodas (stores/restaurants).


The hotel wasn't anything to write home about but was clean and cheap. I paid $26 for my own room and bathroom for the night. They gave me a towel, soap, cable TV, and an extra blanket, and even had hot water. I went outside and ate rice, beans, chuletas, and freshly squeezed pear juice at the soda directly below the hotel for 2,300 CRC.

Anticipating night fall and the surrounding city dangers, I headed back to my room and prepared for my next journey.

I woke up the next morning, after achieving sleep despite the late night city commotion, and quickly dropped off my key and walked up the block to the station.

The Next Morning:

I arrived at the bus station at 7:00 am to a closed ticket window. Worried, I ran to another window for buses heading towards Puerto Viejo and asked if anyone was coming to the Puerto Jimenez window. The attendant reassured me that the Blanco Lobo window (for Puerto Jimenez buses) opened at 7:30, so not to worry.

I waited anxiously on the wooden bench by the stairs and peeked over to the ticket window every five minutes, afraid that the line would fill up and the bus would sell out. I was wrong. It was totally fine. The boletería opened at 7:30, as indicated, and I paid my 7,505 CRC ticket to Puerto Jimenez on the 8:00 bus.

Find the Correct Bus Lane:

Mistakenly, I forgot to ask which lane the bus would arrive in, so for the following 15 minutes I nervously watched a flock of buses fly in and out of the station, wondering which one was mine. I finally got the courage to go back to the Blanco Lobo window and bashfully asked the attendant where the pick up area for Puerto Jimenez was. He looked at me like I was mad, and urgently pointed to the first bus lane, where a green and white bus awaited.

Oops. I guess my pride almost made me miss the bus. I seriously hate asking for directions!

I hurried over to the first lane, where the big sign for the Monteverde boletería is located and confirmed that I was about to board the correct bus. I threw my large backpack under the coach style bus and headed on board, greeted by air conditioning and new seating.

Whoa. Yes, I said air conditioning and new seating. It was awesome!

The Bus ride Experience:

Less than 20 people boarded the bus with me and I had a seat to myself the majority of the ride. There were many drop off stops, but the bus driver only accepted pick up passengers that pre-purchased a ticket, so many people weren't able to get on.

There were also two rest stops:
- One bathroom break, 2.5 hours later for 10 minutes
- One meal break, another 2 hours later for 30 minutes, at a open bar/restaurant called Restaurante El Brujo.

FYI: The second stop is when the driver takes your bus ticket so be sure not to throw it away.

The remaining 3 hours were easy and I was quite comfortable napping the majority of the way there. I kept my purse close to me as I always would, no matter the country, so I didn't have a problem there.

When I finally arrived to the last stop, Puerto Jimenez, I was immediately approached by taxi drivers. Before I could respond, a soft voice from behind the crowd called, "Olivia?".

 A woman emerged, with a warm smile. I responded, "Blue Osa?"

"Si, bienvenido a Costa Rica."

I returned a grateful smile, happy to not have to search for a way to get to Blue Osa, 25 minutes away. As we walked to her car, I responded, "Pura Vida!" ... on my way to a new journey.

Airline Tips for Thanksgiving 2014

 JFK Airport 

JFK Airport 

Thanks to Airlines for America and 52 Perfect Days, here are the top 10 airports and travel days projected to be the busiest this Thanksgiving:

Read more on 52 Perfect Days >> 

"The 10 busiest airports, from most to least:

  1. Atlanta
  2. Los Angeles
  3. Chicago
  4. Dallas – Ft. Worth
  5. New York JFK
  6. Denver
  7. San Francisco
  8. Phoenix
  9. Charlotte
  10. Houston International

No, big surprises there. The busiest travel days duirng Thanksgiving 2014, as you’d expect, will be as follows:

  1. Sunday, November 30
  2. Monday, December 1
  3. Wednesday, November 26

And the least busy days:

  1. Thursday, November 27 (Thanksgiving)
  2. Friday, November 28"

- Alexa Meisler,


Top 5 Free Photo Editing Apps for Travel Photography

One of the most difficult tasks to keep up with while traveling is photo sharing. How do you keep everyone in the loop without sacrificing the quality of your photos? Let's face it: for most of you backpacking, that expensive camera you purchased and CS6 sitting on your laptop aren't going to be used as frequently as you thought, so your iPhone or Android will just have to suffice.

Here are my top five favorite (and FREE) photo editing apps:

1. Snapseed (available on iOS and Android devices)

Snapseed is a powerful photo editing app that allows you to make changes to specific elements of your image. I use this app on my iPhone to adjust brightness and saturation in select areas, as opposed to the whole photo.

Santa Monica, CA
Photo: Olivia Christine

New Orleans, LA
Photo: Olivia Christine

2. VSCOcam (available on iOS and most Android devices)

VSCOcam is like the hipster editing app for photos. There are paid features in the app, however, the free preset filters work just fine. This app does not allow for selective editing, but has a great fade and shadow feature that I find helpful when trying to give my shots a minimal, vintage effect.

Harlem, NY
Photo: Olivia Christine

Montréal, Quebéc
Photo: Olivia Christine

3. Studio Design (available on iOS and Android devices)

For those adding an editorial twist to your images, Studio Design is typography heaven. It is a sweet app preloaded with a plethora of filters, text, shapes, crops, frames, and preset design packs. The app also frequently offers new overlays for download to add to your design stash. It's a great way to practice turning your favorite photos into the perfect viral meme.

Santa Monica, CA
Photo: Olivia Christine

Whole Foods
Photo: Olivia Christine

4. No Crop (available on iOS and Android devices)

Anyone who uses Instagram knows how annoying its auto-crop "feature" is: cutting off our artsy rectangular photos to fit their square format. No Crop is a simple, easy-to-use app that lives up to its namesake. Simply upload your picture and resize it until you see that your photo isn't cut off. This quick fix will now leave a square of white space surrounding the image, tricking Instagram into thinking that you have given in and conformed to their requirements. I don't use this app often, but when I do, I feel very sneaky. 

Brooklyn, NY
Photo: Olivia Christine

Peaks Island, ME
Photo: Olivia Christine

5. Picslide (available on iOS devices)

If you are looking to create a slideshow with multiple photos from your trip (and avoid annoying your followers with photo-overload), a useful app to download is Picslide. Unlike other slideshow apps, this free version does not leave a watermark on your finished product, so no one has to know you didn't pay. The app features the signature Instagram square format and allows you to select a 15 second time limit. You can also speed up or slow down your slideshow, as well as choose a song from your phone's music library to accompany the video.

New Orleans Dining: Acme Oyster House

NOLA Nightlife
Photo: Olivia Christine

Update: This post was picked up by Canadian Traveller magazine: "50 Things to Do in New Orleans" in July 2015.

The Acme Oyster House came highly recommended as a must have dining experience during our time in New Orleans. Planted right in the French Quarter, it was an easy walk from our AirBnb rental.

We arrived at the restaurant around 7:30 pm and were greeted by a line spilling around the corner. Approaching the queue, we asked how long the wait was: 30 minutes. The hostess then walked outside and informed us all that it would be a 30-40 minute wait. I found it hard to believe we all had the same wait time.

Luckily,  my boyfriend Alex, paired with a bit of flirting, became a hostess favorite. We were called out of the line within 20 minutes, escorted through the loud, bustling room, and seated. The menus were opened quickly, revealing a straightforward array of seafood options, and within three minutes our waitress arrived. We immediately ordered one dozen raw oysters, one dozen chargrilled oysters, and oyster shooters to start.

Disappointed by the oyster shooters, made with vodka and an unimpressive house sauce - I gag as I recall them - we were glad to receive our oysters and begin the chow down. The raw oysters, although appetizing, were not my favorite. However, Alex and his best friend, Andrew, were enamored and quickly devoured them. While Andrew timed himself on how quickly he could make a dozen oysters disappear, Leo and I gazed at the acclaimed chargrilled oyster plate, which we'd never tried, being placed on the table.

With one bite, the heavens opened. And it was GOOD.

And on the seventh day He rested.


Acme Oyster House
Photo: Andrew Nguyen

The chargrilled oysters were phenomenal. Smothered in butter and Parmesan cheese - two of the best things on Earth - we scraped every last bit of each oyster with our forks and then proceeded to lick the shells just to make sure we left nothing behind. We ordered another round of one dozen chargrilled and raw oysters, each, and explored the rest of the menu.

As our hunger slowly satisfied, our gastronomic pleasure turned to gluttony and we continued ordering more food; we requested red beans with rice poopa (grilled smoked sausage) in a large French bread bowl, jambalaya (seasoned rice dish with smoked sausage and chicken), and a fried fish platter.

We consumed so much that we forgot to order our drinks. There was no need for alcohol, anyway. We were drunk in love with food. And full. Very full.

Acme Oyster House
Photo: Olivia Christine

By the time we cleared our oyster plates, poopa and jambalaya, the fried fish platter was making an entrance. I stared down at the dense display and pondered how the three large pieces of breaded filet and fries would fit into our stomachs. I distributed the portions and took the first bite. At that moment I realized I was biting into the best part of the night's meal. I looked up at the others, wondering if they'd tasted it yet. Silence. With eyes wide open and fish stuffed smirks on their faces, the countenance alone read, "Delightful." The swai fish fillet was light, moist, and flakey, breaded and fried for a smooth, buttery experience.

Our taste buds were in heaven but we could take no more. Engorged and blissful, we began to slouch and adjust the waistlines of our pants.

Check, please.

The bill came reasonably priced, with most items ranging from $10-20 each; Andrew kindly treated us to the meal. We left the restaurant in glee, impressed by our appetizing adventure.

Grouplove + Portugal. The Man

Rumsey Playing Field, Central Park
Photo: Olivia Christine

As the summer nears an end, I spent it the best way I know how: outside, dancing.  

New York City's acclaimed Summer Stage concert series is dear to my heart and a must-have experience! The last show of the Honda Civic Tour landed in my hometown, right in Central Park. Grouplove and Portugal. The Man were scheduled to wrap up their tour with an awesome end of summer show.

Here's the spiel on my latest music adventure, on a perfect September summer night. 

Concert Outfit
Mood board + Item Photos: Olivia Christine
Body Con:

Tickets + Fashion:
Our tickets were $50, each, unusual for a Summer Stage concert, as most of them are free. I dressed feminine-casual: wearing a black American Apparel body con, vans, and an Arizona denim button down tied around my waist. My ears were dressed with two different sets of earrings: a pair of gold triangle plates and a pair of turquoise-coral drop beads, gifted to me during my Adirondacks trip. With my hair pinned up and various rings along one hand, I showed my travel spirit wearing my crossbody purse from Montanita, Ecuador - a staple you see in most of Central America.

The Music:
I arrived after the opening act, minutes before Grouplove was to go on. There were t-shirt vendors and beverage stations, surrounded by excited faces and a setting sun. Lines for the port-a-potties were alive with chatter and I smiled, amused at how easy music, drinks, and good company can erase the slight whiff of urine. 

Portugal. The Man
Photo: Olivia Christine

Our fluorescent wristbands waved in the air as we signaled the bartender/cashier for our drinks. Our timing was perfect. The crowd just began moving for the break and we quickly snagged a great spot on the lawn, close-up at stage left. 

When Grouplove came out, the crowd roared as shades of dusk glowed magnificently upon them. Alex and I laughed in support: amazed at how much energy the band put into their performance. It was also somewhat refreshing, to see so much effort on stage. 

I must admit, I enjoy the likes of local bands, indie rock/pop/folk, neo-soul and R&B, and "conscious" hip hop (is there a better term?), so performances are usually more mellow and I rarely see the jumping around and stage diving like I did with Grouplove. They performed a number of songs, a few covers, and pranced the stage in unique clothing, throwing guitars in the air. They knew how to rev up the crowd. I joked that if you observed the show without sound, you'd think we were watching a heavy metal band. It was that intense.

 Portugal. The Man Photos: Olivia Christine

Portugal. The Man
Photos: Olivia Christine

The show continued on with the much awaited, Portugal. The Man. Alex and his roommates put me on to their music; their mellow sound paired with enjoyable synths are always an easy listen. What was special about their performance was the way they intertwined all of the songs into one another. I'd be singing along to one song and realize that I was now singing the hook to a completely different one. The transitions were smooth and the vocals were spot on.  The climax of the Portugal. The Man performance most certainly was their light show. They used (what I believe were) linear beams of light and released fog into the air, catching the light and giving the illusion of waves, for the song "Waves" - of course. I tried my best to capture the visual without being that annoying tall person with her hands raised, recording.

I danced and sang along, excited to realize that I knew every song. The people around me shared the same feeling, probably less surprised, but definitely excited. I love being around others when it comes to music and dance. You share this unspoken bond through rhythm and emotion, and any differences you might have quickly dissolve in that moment. Nothing but that moment matters. Nothing but that feeling matters.

I was so glad to have had the opportunity to attend the end of summer show at the Rumsey Playfield, and the last performance of the Honda Civic tour. As much as I love to travel, I can't help but adore NYC - even in the humid, disgusting summer. Ah, to be a New Yorker.

Retreat to the Adirondacks

Rocking Chairs at the Dock
Photo: Olivia Christine

It was 9:00 pm. We'd just finished packing the car and were making our way north from Astoria, Queens. The warm, humid air predicted rain and I crossed my fingers hoping for a clear ride. Alex's eyes already spelled fatigue and mine began to itch.

New Rochelle was our first stop. We picked up his mother and switched to a larger vehicle. Three and a half hours left. The roads were dark and winding, and visibility was minimal.

We drove on, with very few stops in between. Nancy slept in the back as I tried to stay awake and carry out my wing-woman duties, riding shotgun. 

Late into the night, we arrived at our new home: the Juniper cabin at Silver Bay in Lake George, NY - the Adirondack Mountains. Tip-toeing past the other bedrooms, we each slipped into bed, drunk with fatigue. My eyes drooped as I stared at nature's shadows along my walls, picturing trees swaying at my window, swooshing lightly with the breeze.

His heavy breathing in bed turned to slow, steady breaths. I followed. And sleep arrived.

Silver Bay YMCA
Photo: Olivia Christine

The next morning brought exploration.  A quaint "Enter" sign was a sweet welcome. I toured the grounds' flowering green earth, overlooking Lake George, and smiled. The clouds parted ways to greet a clear blue sky and the mountains over yonder whispered my name.

Alex's mother played tour guide, knowledgeable about every path we crossed. She's been that way since I met her; always willing to keep me in the loop, eager to make me feel welcome. I appreciate that, although I am not sure if I express it enough. She showed us the places where prayer, meditation, and moments of silence take place, as Alex interjected with stories about his childhood mischief.

Alex and his mother, Nancy.

One of the Silver Bay beaches.

Silver Bay was a place that Alex's family went to yearly: a retreat for New York chapter Quakers. A place dear to their memories and a haven they were willing to welcome me into. I was honored to be invited, but slightly overwhelmed at the prospect of having to suppress my timidity in order to meet swarms of new people, like an innocent run-in with a beehive, hoping not to be stung.

Juniper Cottage, Silver Bay YMCA
Photo: Olivia Christine

Our first official family dinner was prepared by Fred, Alex's father. An exquisite cook who can eat by the ton and never gain a pound... as I glare down at my waistline. Smoked aromas filled our porch, with accents of nature's scent filling our nostrils, as he prepared steaks on the grill.  He led a moment of silence for dinner and gave thanks for having his whole family together for the meal, accidentally including me. I blushed. Alex glowed.

Fred and Nancy didn't notice the slip.

That night Alex and his brother invited me to join them in seeking out their old Silver Bay friends. We headed to a cabin full of 10+ people and I quickly became overwhelmed. The friendly interrogations began and I tried my best to play along. My "cool" act didn't last long, though... Alex has this innocent habit of unknowingly tossing me to the wolves and forgetting that he's left me there. As he made his rounds, enthusiastically reconnecting with everyone, I sat on the couch with someone on each side of me, shooting questions like darts. Eventually, I could catch no more. I kindly explained that I'd just finished being bombarded with questions that weekend at his grandmother's memorial service and was simply worn out. The questions abruptly stopped. I slightly worried they would think I was unkind, but decided to be firm in my decision. I didn't want to talk about it anymore. For four months I'd been meeting people and answering questions. I needed a break. I'd spent a lifetime of living privately and I was beginning to feel in way over my head. I wanted this vacation to be spent finding peace and centering myself. Spending quality time with Alex and his family. Meeting new friends.

Lisimba's (GS '98) birthday celebration.
Photo: Olivia Christine

Luckily, they were understanding. "Yes, I can only imagine!", Kira replied, as she continued crocheting a hat for her brother Lisimba's long flowing dreadlocks. I smiled and learned he went to George School, class of 1998. Small world.

He greeted me with kindness and his wife joined in; an Afro-latina that I was quite pleased to encounter. Her, Kira, and I spoke of travel, school, airbnb and hair. I warmed up. 

We carried on, as the others joined, our conversation leading to a new direction. We spoke of the things we loved and joked with each other in drunken glee, discussing New York / New Jersey rivalry, the difficulties doing kegels, and who was drinking the wine too slowly. Will, Alex's brother, interjected with: "What part of Jamaica are you from?" and the room replied, "Right near da beach!"

What the hell were they talking about? They laughed and explained the quote from the movie "Half Baked". The line stayed with us for the remainder of the trip.

Contra dancing at Silver Bay.
Photo: Olivia Christine

The nights blurred into one another and we passed our time contra dancing and grabbing ice cream with the crew. Contra dancing was surprisingly enjoyable and expectantly confusing!

What the heck was a do-se-do? The instructor's complex guidance did not prove helpful. There was a live band, however, which provided most of the entertainment. Alex's mother joined us and we danced freely, entertained by her enthusiasm. Alex got a bit too excited and accidentally elbowed a baby in the head. The baby survived. 

We spent our days exploring, trying not to waste an hour, let alone a day. We played shuffleboard and joined a friend's boat ride to jump off rocks (I only did it once... my two piece bikini wasn't very excited about the jump), and ultimately showed up late to the soccer game Alex and Will were to participate in. We ran down to the field, as I gave Alex a samurai ponytail, to keep his hair out of his face. I noticed the giggles and looks of confusion with his ponytail, and when questioned if I had an opinion of the hairstyle, I responded, "I support however he wants to wear his hair." And I meant that. I've noticed that no matter how far we are from home, friends, and people whose opinions we may think matter, we are so concerned with the acceptance of others that we waste our time worrying about insignificant issues like what a woman thinks of her boyfriend's ponytail. 

I cleared up any ponytail questions and enjoyed watching everyone play as I sat on the grass, perched on a slight incline, overlooking the lake. I cheered in excitement whenever I saw the brothers make any sort of movement near the ball, and smiled deeply when they'd run to me for water.

Shuffleboard at Silver Bay.
Photos: Olivia Christine

Quaker team plying soccer.

The game was the Quakers vs. Silver Bay employees. We lost. But we did win an exciting reconnection on the field with yet another George Schooler. John, class of 2005, was also at Silver Bay and playing on Alex's team. He noticed Alex's George School shorts and inquired further. To my amusement, Alex responded to John, "Um yeah, we were on the same soccer team at GS!" After the game, I came over to say hello and catch up with updates on John's life. When it comes to George School, it is an extremely small world.

Late night visit to Jabe Pond.

That night we all headed to Jabe Pond, a favorite Silver Bay pastime for Alex, Will, and friends. We drove through a bumpy dirt road, winding slightly deeper into the Lake George Wild Forest. We carried coolers, firecrackers, a grill, and food and set up chairs around a campfire. Will went ahead with setting up the fire and the rest of us began searching for more firewood. It rained the night before and most of the wood was still wet. Luckily, more friends joined and brought firewood along with them. They began making Cheddarwurst hot dogs and S'mores. I burned my mouth on one of the hot dogs and nursed my wounds with beer. Camping solutions.

William preparing the fire.

Kira set off the fireworks at an alarmingly close proximity to the group and we watched in excitement and fear. I don't know which was the dominant emotion. The group stayed out laughing and bonding and I watched as Will sat near the fire, a countenance of pleasure, happy to be reunited with old friends.  

We stayed out until 3:00am. Joyous and free. Nature has a habit of removing our first world worries.  

Alex and I took our last night to appreciate the grounds alone.  We traveled to one of the beaches, initially using my flashlight, and decided to let our eyes adjust to the moonlight as we walked through the blanket of darkness ahead of us. We could barely make out each others' faces in the night but our presence was enough. We could hear the ripples of the lake gently massaging the sand and the giggles of teens whispering through the shadows. We held hands and stared at the bright stars in silence.

Lake George, NY
Photo: Olivia Christine

Moments like these, alone with the sky, are the moments I live for. Reminders of the brilliance of this universe. I feel blessed to have my feet sink into the earth and my flesh wrapped by bodies of water, heat producing beads of sweat, and cold sending chills up my spine.

I feel blessed to be. I feel blessed to feel.

It is humbling to be amidst the elements and reminded: we are that of the universe. The earth is never ours to claim; we belong to this universe.

I hope I never forget that. 

Lake George, NY
Photo: Olivia Christine

Tornado in Denver.

Hand painted porcelain figurines at the local Native art shop.
Photo: Olivia Christine | Denver, CO

I've always been up for adventures. Spine chilling. Gut wrenching. Knot-in-throat. Jello legs. ...All in thirst for that last feeling of relief, thrill, and absolute adrenaline.

Even in fear, I've mastered the "fake it 'til you make it" mantra, while secretly unsure if I was making the best decision. But no life mantra could've prepared me for my first visit to Denver.

I landed in the Denver National Airport, after what seemed like a smooth ride with clear skies. Distracted by the beauty of this relatively newly built facility, its questionable murals, and the rumored conspiracies behind the airport's construction and purpose, I roamed around for a bit and absorbed my surroundings. However, my distraction was soon interrupted by my iPhone's emergency weather alert, cautioning of developing tornadoes. As my phone's piercing ring grew louder and louder, those around me began receiving alerts on their phones as well. The halls echoed with ringing and the relaxed air filled with anxiety.  I spotted both the tornado shelter and ground transportation signs.  Yet, instead of staying put, I was more concerned with getting to the convention center for a tradeshow booth I needed to set up. There goes work again: interfering with my life and safety! 

So, like the workaholic that I was, instead of taking heed to the second alert that rang in, and the airport siren that began going off, this time advising to seek shelter and stay put for the next hour, I jumped into a taxi and yelled "Go! Go! Go!" 

That man was just as crazy as I was. While other taxis sought cover and rejected customers, mine flew past the taxi line and got on the freeway. The sky began to drastically change in front of our eyes, strong winds kicking up, and dirt hitting the car at high speeds; it was only a few minutes before I began to see the dark sky begin to form a funnel cloud. 

Crap. I'm in the movie, Twister. This is Twister. I'm a storm chaser, and this is Twister. They'll never believe me. I've got to take a photo.  

I grabbed my camera and tried to get a good shot, but the car was driving too fast down the swerving roads and the windows were covered in dust. There was only one way to get a decent shot. 

The beginning of the funnel cloud. Visit the Huffington Post Denver to see more photos.
Photo: Olivia Christine

I opened the window and held on tightly to my camera. The cabbie glanced at me through his rear view mirror and said he'd seen much worse. I reached my hand out the window hoping it would be enough for a photo. It wasn't. The wind made my hands unsteady and the dirt interfered with my vision. I was blindly trying to record this moment while being chased by what looked like a developing funnel cloud. I needed to commit. So I propped myself up on the seat, onto my knees, and leaned the upper half of my body out of the window. If anything happened to me at that point, I was clearly asking for it. The cabbie held the car steady as much as possible and I started flicking away. We passed a few abandoned cars and continued down the deserted highway. 

I got my shot and we survived the twister by a hair.

Photo: Olivia Christine

The sky cleared beautifully the moment we got out of its vicinity. The calm air made it hard to believe that there was just a funnel cloud nearby.

I'd been in Denver for less than 90 minutes and loved it already.

Roadtrip: Down Route 1 in Big Sur.

Happy Monday, friends! 

There are so many great trips I haven't taken that I am sure you are itching to learn more about. So, I'll be sharing tips from fellow travel writers and magazines whenever I find any gems!  

Roadtrippers just posted the most awesome itinerary for driving down route 1 in California's Big Sur, so I thought I'd share the wealth. Read more here. You won't be disappointed!

With hugs,


Cheap Baseball Games + Giveaways.

Mets vs. Rangers, Citi Field
Photo: Olivia Christine

First things first: my boyfriend is a Mets fan.

I am not.

However, as a native New Yorker (go Yankees!), I support my city. So when he told me about a Groupon for cheap Mets tickets, I thought - why not? One of the best things about summer in the States is baseball. And I truly love the adventure of going to a good game, scoring sweet seats, and of course - winning both the game + free goodies.

On Sunday, we slept in and weaned our way into the day for the one o'clock game. If you want to see a man become excited about getting dressed in the morning, watch him choose which baseball cap and jersey he wants to wear! Sheesh.

We'd purchased $15 tickets the night before from Groupon but had no easy way to print them (and the MLB online ticket app wasn't working) so we crossed our fingers in hopes that they'd help us at the stadium. We arrived at Citi Field at 1:00 pm exactly, with Alex becoming anxious that we were going to miss something good, and headed to the box office. We told them our issue and they gladly printed tickets for us within minutes. Way too easy.

Everything came with ease, actually. From driving there, to parking, to retrieving our tickets. We were at a Mets game, after all; there weren't huge crowds of belligerent jerks... there were friendly staff members and excited families. Which was kind of refreshing, growing up with hardcore Yankees fans all around me and then going to Boston University with crazy Red Sox fans creating a scene everywhere they'd go.

This was nice. Quiet. A relaxing Sunday watching baseball.    

Alex, excited about our new seats.

The weather was delightful and the stadium caught the perfect breeze. The sun glistened over the field and the freshly cut grass glowed a brilliant green. The Mets were already up, and enthusiasm rang throughout the crowd. Our seats were way up top, but we never quite made it there; from the looks of it, neither did anyone else. We stood on the main floor watching the first inning, ready to buy beverages, and found we liked it down there. On the walk to the escalator we noticed a large section of seats behind the dugout that weren't quite filled yet. We looked at one another with mischievous eyes, reading each other's minds.  The attendant wasn't paying attention and there were a number of people going in who clearly were coming from the higher seats. So, we took a chance and sat in two seats on the lower level, undetected. We were so excited about our new view! What's more: no one ever came to fill those seats, so we were glad to have taken the chance. 

As if it wasn't already the perfect day, a Mets/Pepsi promo staff member then approached us to let us know we were the winners of their next giveaway: The Bacon and Beer Classic. The event is coming up in a few weeks and we won a t-shirt, koozie, and two tickets to attend. The tickets normally cost about $63 each and includes food, beer, entertainment, educational sessions (can I add this to my résumé?), and souvenirs. But there was a catch... we had to get on camera waving our prizes and smiling.

Our winnings!

For those of you who know how shy and particular I am about my appearance on camera: I was mortified. I knew I should've worn make up! I knew I should've worn a better top! Word to the wise my friends: get dressed everyday as if you will be on TV. Because the day that you don't, is the day that you will. Good thing it only went on the stadium's big screen and not in your living rooms. Phew. 

While waiting for our close-up, we chatted up the staff member and asked her a few useful questions. For those of you looking to win big at games, here is what they look for:

  • You must be wearing an item of clothing representing the team
  • Sunday afternoons usually have more family crowds, so kids are more likely to be chosen
  • Evening games are more likely for the adults to be chosen
  • If they are giving away tickets to an event, they will select winners in the event's target age group

Luckily we met the criteria and were able to be spotted in our new, good seats! ;-)

We won the game that day, 8-4. I got a nice tan and my new blonde highlights got lighter from the sun (cue Beyoncé hair flip).

Alex got burned, though... I guess we can't win 'em all.