Tulum is a dream. The kind you never want to wake up from. If I had to describe it in a simple sentence, I would say, it’s a bohemian wanderland. I was struck by the way this little coastal town could, so effortlessly, be host of such grand dichotomies. Like, it’s marriage of modern and rustic that allows you to be surrounded by nature but luxuriously housed in new age type architecture with engineering that rivals any thing you’ve seen in the first world. Or even the fact that it can balance it’s quintessential relaxed vibe while being so high spirited. But most importantly, I was captivayed by its ability to make a foreigner, like me, feel so much at home in a place that was alien in many respects.

In case you need me to spell it out for you: I am deeply infatuated.

Two years ago my cousin got engaged. Not long after came the "Save The Date" with just the news I needed to hear: It would be a destination wedding, all white, beachfront on the pristine sands of Playa del Carmen, Mexico! Cue incessant outfit planning, ridiculous amounts of IG inspo bookmarks and constant reminders to everyone with ears, "Oh, I'm going to Mexico." I daydreamed for weeks about eating tacos while wearing a sombrero, throwing back tequila shots, shaking my culo to Duro by Daddy Yankee while wearing a striped poncho and juggling margaritas in both hands, that and all the other cliche shit one imagines would happen in Meh-he-co. I know this isn't exactly a fair portrayal of what life in Mexico actually looks like, but its a reality I wasn't opposed to.

Finally, I got a real taste of Mexico last week. I spent 5 days roaming the country's Caribbean coastline of Riviera Maya where I lodged between Playa del Carmen, Tulum and Cancun.  Although the trip wasn't exactly as I had fantasized (refer to above depiction), I can say for sure that Mexico was absolutely lovely.  I fell especially in love with Tulum and I will definitely find my way back, sooner than later. Beyond the great tequila, bottomless margaritas and unlimited tacos, here are a few things everyone travelling to Mexico should know:

1.  It's hot as hell. Now, for context, I grew up and still live in Jamaica so I am pretty seasoned when it comes to tropical climates. But this Mexican heat is NEXT LEVEL. Sunscreen and water by the gallon are not optional- issa MUST. My makeup pretty much melted when I attempted to make my way along 5th Avenue in Playa Del Carmen. We ended up seeking refuge in a few stores solely for the A/C and after stopping for water and then ice cream just a few meters away we decided to head back to our Airbnb until later in the afternoon because unlike the little steam engine, we simply COULD NOT anymore. Our AirBnb host told us that the May heat was a joke in comparison to August. So, let it be known if you see me in Mexico during that month, I'm having some sort of existential crisis and I'm actually crying out for help. I wish I was exaggerating but I'm not. It's sweltering heat.

Life is beautiful but the one thing we've had drilled into our heads about beauty is the subjective nature of it, i.e., "Beauty is in the eyes of its beholder." Personally, what I get from this is, there is beauty in every single thing, in some way or the other, but only some people will be able to appreciate certain things. Regardless, quality is not indicative of perspective but rather is a simple show of preferences.

For instance, have you ever been to a museum and seen a work of art and thought: Wow, this is trash! Why is this here? What does this even mean? I just don't get it! Well, me too.  Several times. Yet, regardless of my own outlook on it, there it is, proudly on display for the world to see. In fact, it's hung in the most sacred place for this line of work, in a museum, where only the best of the best are housed, so priceless and coveted it cannot be owned by anyone else, simply admired (or scrutinized).

This piece of art is much like each of our lives. We are all artists.  What we make of our lives is our masterpiece and the museum is a symbol of our success, our legacy, our beautiful life.

No matter what we do, we will always have admirers or naysayers, but their opinions will neither add nor detract from the value of what we create.

Just like the painting in the museum,  the manifestation of our inner thoughts needs only to be meaningful to us, the creator. Whether or not people "get it" should never stop you from creating it. To a random onlooker it might seem absurd, just random strokes that wildly cover a canvas but for you, the artist, it is your story. It all started as a blank canvas but you had a vision of what it could be and you worked tirelessly, creatively, faithfully and passionately at it until it became your version of beautiful. And that's it. That is all it needs to be, YOUR VISION.

No matter what we want to become we must first hire vision. As a visionary, you're curating your life.  You set the standards for the quality of life you want to live. It means you're pulling yourself into the future and taking control of your life at that moment. By dreaming up what that looks like, you will in effect, create the condition to live your truth, your beautiful life.

That's why we've been told time and time again to:

“Watch your thoughts, they become words. Watch your words, they become actions. Watch your actions, they become habits. Watch your habits, they become character. Watch your character, for it becomes your destiny.”

Our greatest work is inside of our heads waiting for us to put the right energy behind it. Our beautiful life is a thought, an idea, a vision waiting to be had. Doris E Thorn wrote in her book, Casting Light on the Mystery of God in You, that, "We have a conscious mind and a subconscious mind. Every thought we think- good or bad,  positive or negative- go into our subconscious, where it creates a condition. That condition reflects our thoughts - good or bad- and in turn creates a similar condition in our bodies, soul and our environment. We are constantly creating by our thinking. In fact, we are co-creators with God, and we have been so all of our lives."

That's exactly what the character Cobb played by Leonardo Dicaprio in the movie Inception means when he said that "An idea is like a virus. Resilient. Highly contagious. And even the smallest seed of an idea can grow. It can grow to define or destroy you."

So what are you creating? How do you want the world to hear about you or rather how will the world experience your legacy? What seeds are you planting in your head?

Whatever it is, know that you are entitled to your version of a beautiful life. You were born with the right to create freely, passionately and authentically in a way that conveys your truth as you see fit to share. You are in control. You are the master of your vision. As you create your only responsibility is to your self. Define what makes a life worth living for yourselves, in a way that feeds your souls and happiness.

Dream wildly without limitations and as soon as those dreams feel even remotely accessible start conjuring new ideas and building on your vision. Worry not about the how or the means that will take you there. Believe it is possible and you're already on your way. For reassurance sake, the famous and very brilliant Brazillian writer Paulo Coelho so graciously asserted that "when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.' Would Uncle Paulo ever lie to you?

Life is beautiful. Believe It. Claim It. Now It's YOURS.

Pelican Bar in Treasure Beach (Jamaica) is one of those places you simply have to go to, at least once! Ever since I discovered this little bar out in the ocean I have been fascinated with the idea of sipping on an extra cold Red Stripe beer, care-free and surrounded by the Caribbean Sea. Finally, it's happened!


Powering through the flu, I joined a few friends on a Valentine's Day road trip to the opposite side of the island to St. Elizabeth. We live in Kingston so it takes roughly a 2 1/2 hours drive to the "unbeaten path" of the south coast. St. Elizabeth, though not as popular as our city states Kingston and Montego Bay, is one of the most important and historically significant parishes in Jamaica. Once one of the most thriving ports in the world and consequently becoming the first place to receive electricity on the island, today it is a more tempered version of its former years though it is still revered as the island's 'Bread Basket' producing a lion's share of the fruits and vegetables consumed locally. We had our mind set on going to Pelican Bar but since we wanted to catch the sunset, we decided to take advantage of the full day to explore a few other famed places in the parish.


Lover's Leap 

Our first stop couldn't be more fitting for Valentine's Day. As the legend has it, two enslaved lovers in an attempt to escape their impending separation, took the infamous leap to their death during a chase with their master. As such this site has been known as "Lover's Leap" for decades and though tragic, on a lighter note, offers one of the most captivating views of the island's coastline. There is a $300JM entrance fee with which you can opt to get a 5 minutes "tour" of the property, learn the history of the area and be told the full story of the legend. There's a bar and restaurant as well but the stunning balcony view is the real charm. Lover's Leap also overlooks a beach which will take some hiking to get to but I'm sure it would be worth the adventure.





Jake's Treasure Beach 

We worked up an appetite from all the picture taking at Lover's Leap and so headed to the famous Jake's Treasure Beach resto, about 25 minutes drive away from Lover's Leap, for lunch. Jake's Treasure Beach Hotel is arguably one of the most coveted vacation getaways on the island. The restaurant is no different. I was delightfully surprised at how affordable the food is and enjoyed my pumpkin parmesan pasta, even though I suffered from food poising later in the night. I will say that in spite of this, I would definitely go back but out of caution will order something else lol.

Jake's offers a boat service/ tour to Pelican Bar for $3,500 JMD which would take about 45 minutes. The tour allows you to discover even more of the south coast and, if you're lucky, will even feature a few dolphin sightings.


How To Get To Pelican Bar Like A Local

Although Jake's tour to Pelican Bar sounded great I was not enticed by the 45 minutes boat ride, since I have serious sea sickness tendencies and I would much rather save a few $$ too. As an alternative we decided to drive the 45 minutes to Parottee guided by Google Maps where we would be able to catch a sea taxi for less than half the cost. Parrottee is a small fishing village, whose Bay is home to Floyd's Pelican Bar. The drive from Jake's to Parottee really takes you deep into rural St. Elizabeth with many unpaved roads, livestock traffic and bush! We loved every bit of it! We drove to Basil's Bar in Parottee where the local fishermen provided the shuttle service to Pelican for only $1000 JMD. It was easy and less than 10 minutes. It was definitely not a glamorous mode of transportation and just to be safe I still took a Gravol (which I rarely ever leave home without) in case I experienced any nausea.



What To Do
When you get to Pelican Bar, immediate dress down only to your swimwear,  grab a cold beer and lounge! One of the coolest thing about that particular area where the bar is constructed is that it is shallow. Standing tall at 5ft, I was only waist deep in the middle of the ocean and there is nothing more comforting, to a person who can't swim,  than this.



Pelican Bar does serve food, though I never had it. There is also a little shack where you can buy tshirt keepsakes or better yet, you can have your name chiselled into the boards that make up the bar to commemorate visit as well!





This is definitely a trip worth making if you're in Jamaica. It is unlike your typical island life experience and gives you a new level of appreciation for nature. You are not only surrounded by the Caribbean Sea but shadowed by the majestic mountains in the distance. Sea gulls are almost within reach and though I didn't personally get a chance to see them, it is not unusual for dolphins to pop in to say hello. My favourite part of it all though was watching the sunset. It was truly stunning. From my own experience, I can say it will be a memory that'll last a lifetime. You simply must go!

First day in Paris

I had a severe case of writers block trying to put this post together. My first thought was to share all my favourite places and adventures with you, inserting a few lessons here and there but then I realised my block came from not being aligned with what I knew I needed to share with you, the biggest take-away from this experience; Trusting Your Intuition.

Most times when I share my story I find that persons are fascinated and reference my "bravery" for moving thousands of miles away from home to a place unfamiliar in every sense. I want to tell you now: brave is the last word I would ever use to describe myself or what I did. It was simply a matter of paying attention to synchronicities and being intuitive. What I mean by that is, I knew Paris was where I was supposed to go at that particular time and I knew at the end of the journey, turning the page meant going back home.

When I found out about the program something within told me to apply. I was not qualified by any means to even be considered for it. Even more so, the documents I needed to do it seemed impossible to put together at the time, but everything just came together by the grace of the divine. I had A LOT of second guessing and turmoil but then things like a random email with the subject line: 'WHY PARIS IS ALWAYS A GOOD IDEA" or seeing advice on my timeline at the exact moment I needed it like: "If its terrifying and amazing, do it." These little instances felt like more than simple coincidences to me. If I think back on it though I think the most instrumental thrust of all came while staying late after work to finish some stuff and feeling severely tired and unhappy and everything became so overwhelming I began crying uncontrollably. A coworker had forgotten something at the office and ended up coming back to find me, unable to speak (if you know me well you know this NEVER happens) only producing streams of tears and occasional head nods. When I got home that night, feeling exhausted and defeated, as soon as I stepped through my door I got an email notification with the subject line: CONGRATULATIONS. The program I was unqualified for chose me. I immediately packed my shit.

Final Day in Paris

Paris was amazing. It wasn't always easy as I shared in this blog post but I would move back in a heart beat. I had some truly intense moments that I'll hold dear to me forever and will always think of that city as my second home.

At the start of the 2017 I knew I had to begin thinking about the next step. I toyed around with the idea of staying a second year and seeing what else Paris had in store for me but soon I realized it was time to go home. Just like with going to Paris, all the "signs", so to speak, were leading me back to Jamaica. I tried so hard to ignored them but with constant disappointment and relentless roadblocks to every alternative to going home, I gave in. I didn't understand why and felt there was so much more to do and learn in Paris. That and, while I had an incredible experience and felt proud of myself for taking the leap,  coming home almost felt a bit like I had failed. For one, I came home in so much debt and also none of my "goals" were achieved even though if I am being fair, they were more of desires than goals since I was never intentional about making them real. Going back to uncertainty and no job and questioning why I even "wasted" a year in Europe almost consumed me in the first few weeks. I was physically sick almost everyday for one whole month after returning home.

As time went by I realised I only felt that way because none of my wins were tangible, and because my idea of a "win" was elaborate and borrowed. Then it dawned on me that all the true lessons I was supposed to gain from it could only come by uprooting and heading home where I would be able to see the contrast of who I had become; the growth, the drive, the gratitude, the purpose. I simply could not have had that level of clarity or appreciation had I stayed in Paris.

All of this to say that, sometimes in life we get clear signs whether its about a place, person, project or anything in particular and we overanalyse or try to find logic in the situation instead of simply trusting our gut. I know it is easier said than done, but its a feeling that when its there YOU KNOW IT. It is something that is only meaningful TO YOU. Understanding and knowing that when you do something or walk away from something because, in that moment your intuition told you to, is the only truth that exists. I learned that, following intuition doesn't mean you'll be lead into the magical world of perfection or smooth sailing but what it does is give you what YOU NEED to mature and prepare you for all the things that are coming, sometimes for the better or even for the worst. Regardless, your intuition is a gift. Going to Paris opened my eyes to that and there is no describing what this has done for me.

I am home now and it feels like I am starting from scratch. I'm slowly getting back on my feet financially, slowly coming into my own as a woman,  slowly figuring out my career and slowly navigating life as best as I CAN. I stress I CAN because I've learned from connecting more with my intuitive frequency that there is no shame in doing things on your own terms, even if it means that you're behind or in conflict with superficial standards. In closing, fxck external validation and look inward.

So, the first time I ever casually wore a skirt was in the 9th grade and it wasn't voluntarily. I say casually because every Jamaican school girl knows the uniform woes of skirts and tunics until you get to University life. I've never been a fan of skirts and barely know how to sit in them properly so give me a pair of denims or trousers and let's call it a day.

Except, here I am wearing a skirt. Let me explain. I want to say this is the result of an early onset of dementia caused by the heat but actually I got rid of all my clothes and I truly have nothing else to wear. I've been on a little quest to really define my style and it didn't feel anything like what I already owned so I've been collecting new pieces and experimenting a lot. Exhibit A:


I'm a simple girl and for me to feel the most like myself, my outfit has to be the perfect marriage of chic and comfort. My formula has always been: pants + button down + complementary nice shoes = easy. Living in Paris however complicated things just a bit and made me realize that even the easy going Parisienne changes it up once in a while.

I decided to remix my go-to formula and pair an Old Navy button down with a H&M denim skirt instead of jeans for a fool proof casual look. The H&M velvet sandals was an attempt to add a little finesse. These cactus earrings from Mango have been itching for a debut so I added them too for the fun of it.

When styling a denim skirt, I realized it's pretty easy to miss so whatever you choose, be smart about the silhouette. Anything that is cinched at the waist like a wrapped top or a blouse that is tucked in is recommended. Ive seen the cool fashion girls wear it with bell-sleeve blouses that look so GOOD! Personally, if I do wear this skirt again, it'll be with a Tshirt or a denim button down because, simple does it.