Travel & Hotspots

OUR GIRL IN NEW YORK

What our dear Bo is up to this week? You can read about it here!

Almost three years ago, I stood in front of this door where I am now sitting on the bench with my new flowers. Family and friends had waved goodbye, Teun picked me up seven hours later from JFK and with three suitcases in the corner of our temporary apartment (and a container with furniture and even more suitcases at sea), I had officially moved out of the Netherlands. I woke up, got up, had no idea what the future would hold, but one thing was certain: I needed coffee first. We dove into the first coffee shop we came across. And that was Toby’s Estate. The place with pink donuts and a hidden bookstore filled with flowers. And for three years now, ‘my’ café where I still drink coffee. Where I still have to read about the misery happening in the rest of the world. But I realize even more that my future from three years ago was a gift. And that makes this cappuccino a celebration. I should have had that pink donut too....

Joejoe! Stripes party! This off-shoulder is not entirely new in my wardrobe, but maybe the cutest at the moment. On Instagram I was bombarded with questions about the origin, so here it is: the stripes come from Zara and are apparently on sale now.

Estela in Nolita is on the list of the best restaurants in the world, President Obama likes to come here and we (my blonde love and I) wanted to hang out and taste here for weeks. That last part happened last weekend. And honestly, it is delicious. The avocado, the Spanish dumplings, the salad... Truly a dream for foodies. I don't have any photos because it was ‘date night’. And no phones are allowed at the table. Luckily, my date still took a snapshot in the window sill while we waited for the table. But that was the only one. (P.S.: Estela may sound very expensive, but it really isn't, not at all.)

The #LoveWall! After dinner, we walked through Nolita and came across this. I like it.

New sandals in a nude color, long dresses, short dresses... My summer wardrobe is in full swing. And I turn and walk (and especially don't look at the camera for the typical # blogger pose) with Marinke through the city to make it all pop social media and hopefully inspire some nice girls. But to be honest, I prefer to walk in a white tank top with a short denim shorts and flip-flops through the streets. Goodness, it is so hot this week. I. Melt.

And Blue too. We are now only walking short rounds and pausing in the shade. I give him some water every ten minutes. And then we see this pink house. The gable wall across the street is free and not in the sun. So Blue and I are going to sit here and look at the pink house. We would like to live there.

At the end of the day, it is fortunately more bearable. The sunset on a clear sky is always a fairy tale....

But Blue and I might actually find it the nicest in an ice-cold apartment with the air conditioning set to a hundred million. By the way, don't get me wrong, because honestly, I'm not complaining. I absorb the heat with love, because before you know it, there will be snow again. And it's not the air conditioning but the heating set to a hundred million.