I know we’ve all been sitting at home a little too long at this point. Some of us working, others are just passing the time with Netflix or making banana bread, or Tik Toks you pick your poison pretty much. The first two weeks of being in quarantine for me was an emotional rollercoaster.
Read MoreWeekend in New Orleans
It’s officially October, and I’ve been left wondering where the heck September went. October is my favorite month of the year besides January (hello birthday month). I absolutely love everything about October, it’s fall, there’s that sudden change in the air, there’s scary movie marathons, you can finally drink hot coffee outside without burning up, there’s sweaters, cuddles with that special someone or maybe with a glass of wine (I’ll take both) , it just feels GOOD. When I think about fall weather, New Orleans is one of the first places that comes to mind, it just feels like the kind of place to spend this time of the year, the old preserved history, coffee shops, beignets, and the feel of the city as a whole is inviting, this the perfect place to be entirely whoever you want to be to excess. I spent the weekend there and discovered a new New Orleans can do, and open seating plan that allows you to come into the cafe through multiple big doors that also double as windows. This day it was foggy and a bit humid so I opted for a short plaid dress from Zara and my trusty Goorin Bros ‘Dakota Fedora’ which is sold out, but here’s a similar option .
Currently obsessed with B&W Blouses
There’s been an eternal debate in my head since I was 12 years old. Wear ALL black or pick a color! Currently I’ve not completely strayed from wearing all things black but am making an effort to add a pop of color here and there. Right now though I’m loving black and white. It’s not that I refuse to wear color, but a lot of the time the pieces that call my name seem to come only at the moment I notice them in black, or white. With that said, the reason why white right at this very moment is a color I’m wearing a lot is because of …you guessed it loose pretty peasant blouses. There’s something so delicate yet powerful about wearing a good peasant blouse, that is, the right kind of course. A good blouse is like a good pair of jeans, when you find the right one it can be paired with, a million different other things in your closet. Of course if you have to wear a blazer or jacket over it for work, make sure to get one that doesn’t have the supper puffy sleeves, because YES it is cute, until you have to figure out how to make it fit under your jacket (never fun). Nonetheless I gave in to this style and bought myself one. Here are other blouses that I’m crushing on and am likely to buy even as we transition into fall
Summer in Cuba
This summer, I spent what seemed like most of July in Cuba. I have to say, going back to the country I was born in was nothing short of amazing, emotional, and eye-opening. The moment I set foot on the ground after getting out of the plane, (there’s no connecting bridge to the gate) I was overcome with emotion, joy, sadness, and relief all at once. Describing in detail the feeling that night we landed in Santiago de Cuba. I guess my heart and mind were in disbelief, they thought it was a practical joke. Oddly enough the warm summer breeze I grew up with here as a kid was still fresh in my memory. At that moment it all came rushing back, the Sierra Maestra mountains in the distance at night, the little to no noise of sirens, again that breeze that just feeling it and thinking of it gives me goosebumps even now. Here’s the thing somewhere in my mind, I was convinced that life and circumstance were getting in the way of me going back to Cuba. There was always a “but” and I kept finding an excuse to push back the trip, as well as just plain and simply being not prepared and a little afraid of how I would feel, and don’t even get me started with the political situation 🤦🏾♀️ all these things as well as the lack of growth I had as a person in those times I thought of going. I was simply not “there” yet. Being back home showed me how much I had grown as a person from who I was 4 years ago to who I’ve grown to be at that very moment I set foot in my little island. Let’s be honest here since I am at a point of reintroducing myself in the blogosphere. I grew up mostly alone, it was just me and my accountant mother who worked long hours for little pay in Cuba, and my grandmother. Still, we were better off than most of the people I knew. Then there was my musician father who spent 5 months out of the year traveling Europe, Paris, Italy, Australia, etc. you name it so I learned at a young age to be strong (but that’s another post). Which brings me to the point, when I saw my uncle who was like and is like a second father to me. I was so happy my heart felt like it was going to burst. But at that point, Alonzo had gotten through consoling me from crying. We had been waiting for our luggage for 1 hour and 30 mins give or take, so I was just happy to see a long lost and missed face.
That’s all for not the end of the story but a brief introduction, stay tuned for Friday’s post about all the things we did during our trip and the vlog that will be up on my Youtube Channel soon.
xx -Stephezinho
