Here’s another reason why being an adult f**king sucks. We still love everything about music festivals – the music, the dancing, the booze, the parties – but we no longer have the stamina or the cool factor of our uber-hip-Instafabulous-20-something counterparts.
Coachella may have ended months ago, but don’t hang up your flower crowns and Indian headdresses quite yet! Even though that disaster in the desert is over, festival season is still in very much in full swing with different events happening just about every weekend through the end of the year.
Vacations are time for relaxing at the beach or exploring a new city. They’re also a time for drinking like a fish and eating rich, decadent food that we wouldn’t normally eat at home.
Staying healthy on a trip can be difficult because vacation food is so damn tasty, and traveling can interfere with our daily routines, including our workout and healthy eating habits. Some are of the mindset that vacations are just a bunch of cheat days strung together in a row, which is perfectly fine. But for me, I try to maintain some semblance of a balance between eating all of that delicious food and trying to stay healthy.
Since I work as an attorney by day, it’s hard to get much time off to travel to all of the places I want to see. So instead of globetrotting for half the year like I would prefer, I usually take one or two big trips a year, and then try to fit in as many weekend trips as possible. For this past long 4th of July weekend, we went somewhere we have wanted to visit for quite some time: Carmel-by-the-Sea.
Work has been so stressful lately, that I wanted to go somewhere mellow and relaxing, somewhere that’s slower-paced than Los Angeles. I really just wanted a place where we could read a book by the fire, stroll through town, drink wine and eat great food. Does that make me old or boring? Maybe. Do I care? Not really.
Summer is here, which means vacation season is officially upon us!
When I was in my 20’s, prepping for a vacation meant throwing a bunch of crap in a bag twenty minutes before I left for the airport. If I forgot something, meh! No biggie. Life was so much easier back then…
Now that I am in my 30’s (i.e., now that I have developed a general anxiety about EVERYTHING), the thought of even one night away from home stresses me the hell out. In addition to tried-and-true favorites like Xanax and/or a bottle of wine, over the years I have also found a few less-mind-altering tricks to help stay organized and relatively stress-free while traveling: