To my French press - my morning companion for over six years.
Hi.
Welcome to Beyond Ordinary Guides, where we curate gorgeous imagery, locally cherished spots, and accessible stories. We hope you enjoy!
Welcome to Beyond Ordinary Guides, where we curate gorgeous imagery, locally cherished spots, and accessible stories. We hope you enjoy!
All in Stories
Traveling can be a bit of a pain sometimes, but we've learned over the years that we'll schlep ourselves to destinations far and inconvenient if it means experiencing a peek of gorgeous scenery.
When things go the opposite as planned.
Happy Father's Day! Stories from the road while traveling with my dad.
Playa Guiones is a small town, if you can even call it a town. There are no street names (and therefore no street signs), the roads are made of dirt, and it seems that everyone knows everyone.
There are still a lot of unknowns about Zika, so it's hard to decide where the (if any) "safe" places to travel are. We've got you covered (spoiler alert: you should still travel!)
On Friday we leave for Costa Rica. I’m looking forward to finding pura vida through massage, hot springs, yoga and surfing. My expectation is that any cellulite I might currently have from crawling the craft brewery scene on weekends (and the occasional weeknight) will magically disappear through a lack of stress and daily fresh juices. To prep for my new zenned out lifestyle, I started going to yoga...
An afternoon enjoyed at the picturesque, brother owned Scribe winery in Sonoma, CA.
As I sit down to write and reflect on my time along the Trans Catalina Trail, I can see my feet just past the top of my laptop screen. One big toe is bright purple, pulsing as I type. To be honest, the throbbing keeps me up at night. Two other toes are raw pink, the top half of the skin on them literally fell off after the 360 degree blister bulbs on them burst and were subsequently ripped off (nails included). When I got off the ferry in Avalon, I had no idea I was embarking on what I would come to refer to as the “cadence of pain”. To be fair, bouts of laughter so intense they hurt my gut offset said cadence, but my cankles still need to return to being ankles so there’s time for healing.
