Dreaming of returning to paradise…

living in Costa RicaI had a dream last night, in more vivid colors than I could ever imagine in my brown desert town. Yes, there are the glitzy lights of the Las Vegas Strip, but this was different: in my pre-dawn adventure, I was looking skyward at five layers of magnificent, magic-kissed tropics of the brightest greens and the bluest blues. The weirdest part of the whole thing was that I ended up there, I don’t know how, and met some sort of tour guide to this wonderful place through my mother. And to my surprise: Wow! I had had this woman’s name and phone number on my vanity mirror for a year but had never got around to calling. I didn’t feel relief in my dream, oh my, I almost missed finding paradise. Instead, it was more like, look at that: two paths, same ending.

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Post-adventure high

Abby Tegnelia

Tired but happy

I’ve mentioned several times how energized I feel after travel of any kind, an almost post-adventure high. That touch of magic I feel by doing something new or experiencing a place far from home gets me hyped up to tackle whatever is in front of me — even if what I have next is just another day at the office. Hyper, smiley, talkative: all of those cheesy words apply. I just think that getting out of your comfort is the coolest thing. No matter how tired I am, it is a different tired, a more satisfied one than I get from beaten down by too many days at work, as much as I love what I do as a magazine editor.

Not everyone is like me.

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Round the World?

It’s my birthday today, and I’m feeling a bit sentimental. If it’s any day where I can get away with a bit of longing for simpler, more innocent times, it’d be today, so I had Melissa dig up some old photos from our mini-round the world summer and scan them in for a quick post. I can’t believe it’s been 13 years since I first strapped on a backpack and hit the road: Melissa and I cut off all our hair for easy travel and were excited beyond belief by our EuroRail passes, passport and money holders, and of course, the backpacks. We threw those things on for a quick photo-op here, in Miami, before heading to the airport in May, 1999. Our friends told us we wouldn’t last a week. When Melissa threw a bit of a fit halfway over the Atlantic, I feared they were right. But we ended up having that life-changing trip that people write novels about. We enjoyed every single minute (even the bad ones!), because our independent souls loved the freedom.

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Dating in Las Vegas

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I’m often asked about dating in Las Vegas. In many ways, it’s the same as it was in NYC, in that the men who move here don’t do so to find The One. (Hello, Wall Street, etc.) It’s different in Vegas in that you’ve got real, bona fide Playmates and such in your dating pool. (And to make it even worse, many of them are great.) My own situation has the added kick that I spend most of my social energies in situations where I won’t meet any single guys. My world is a blur of parties such as Chanel fashion, Fashion’s Night Out, white parties, Cirque du Soleil premieres, the opening of high-end stores, and charity balls… Not exactly a breeding ground for eligible bachelors. The only way to widen your circles and meet the other “normal” people off-Strip is online.

But now eharmony is ruining everything. Dating in Las Vegas was hard enough before!

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What’s In a Name?

The good life: Hammock and lush greenery. Bad side: nature means critters.

Maybe by now it’s sort of obvious how I got the ridiculous nickname “Jungle Princess,” but for my last post about my recent trip to Costa Rica, I thought I’d explain — and show how far I’ve come. As with everything these days (haha) it all started online. My friend Mike had signed me up on Twitter the day before I left my Las Vegas friends for the jungles of Costa Rica. I finally got into it a few months in, but all of the travel folks were confused… Where was my blog? they asked. (My what?!) Since my tweets were all about scorpions, spiders, monkeys, rain and not wearing high heels… Diana of DTravelsRound finally publicly tweeted something along the lines of, “Come on, jungle princess, you’re starting a blog tomorrow.”

So I did.

 

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A View Ahead: 2012

Happiness is a choice. Anyone can become, among a circle of friends, the “joy lightbulb,” as my friend calls people who seem to emote positivity. You may shine brighter than your peers, your boss, even your parents. I somehow resisted writing a 2011 wrap-up, but I have been thinking a lot about what’s going to unfold in my life in 2012.

No resolutions here, predictions about how many times I will use my passport, pounds I’m going to lose. I’m not vowing to stay dedicated to my job, or to leave it, or act a certain way or to stop a bad habit.

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