Bucket List Worthy Getaways Close to Los Angeles
Last week I took a little road trip up to Santa Barbara to visit my bestie Jenn at her family’s beach house that literally sits right on the sand. Not only was she my partner in business, but also my partner in crime, and having her move all the way to Dallas has been one of the bigger heartbreaks of my life.
On our way up to Napa a few weeks ago, we stopped at one of the incredible Merry Cherry’s fruit stands, and bought a basket of cherries and two peaches that we bit into right then and there, unwashed, letting the juice drip down our arms. It was a spiritual experience. Since then, I’ve eaten peaches at every possible chance—in North Carolina over the Fourth, and last weekend from our local farmer’s market.
Hope everyone had a happy 4th! I just got back from a long weekend in Blowing Rock, NC. My Godparents have a house there, and it’s quickly become one of my favorite retreats. Of course I made sure to fit in a spa day with my mom and Godmother at the FAB-U-LOUS Westglow resort, a Relais & Chateau property. Everything about this place, y’all—I’m obsessed. If you haven’t planned a summer getaway yet, look no further. Here’s a little lookback at my first visit >
I have a new secret weapon for my travel planning. I have started using a travel agent. I know your mind is totally blown. After all, I’m a child of Expedia and Jetsetter, which make booking your own travel cheap and easy. But as we all know, online travel has become no longer cheap OR easy, and in most cases overwhelming. I’d much rather have a bespoke experience, so when my friend Justyna and her husband Scott decided to launch Two Nights In, a luxury travel agency aimed at a younger, travel-savvy clientele, I was all ears.
Roll up your sleeves and slide on your wellies, because I’m taking you to the Cotswolds for a glorious day at the Soho Farmhouse. Forty Cabins sit on 100 acres of English countryside at the newest rustic hotel from the members’ club Soho House, where you can frolic in the infinity pool that spills out into a lake with rowboats, or take a dip in the wooden hot tub after a massage at Cowshed Spa. Either way, one thing is certain—you will not leave hungry. I came for a Sunday roast, and it was absolutely worth the two-hour drive to Oxfordshire.
One of my dreams is to take a summer off, rent a flat in London, and travel all over Europe—the way you can do only if you live there or if you’re an heiress who doesn’t have to work. Until then, I’m taking advantage of what LA offers, including our very own Venice Canals, and gearing up for some summer travel a little closer to home.