Lazy Travelers
The Lazy Travelers are two transatlantic best friends who have mastered the art of exploring a new city. Though Ashley is based in London and Carolyn is in Philadelphia, we'll use any excuse to reunite around the world. We’re professional bar hoppers, pub crawlers, and food testers, and you’ll never see us zipping around, checking things off a list of “must-sees.”
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an open letter to the new york giants
Dear New York Giants, I’ll be the first to admit: we’ve had a contentious relationship. You’re the best friend that demands my husband’s full attention. Worse: you’re the other woman. We’ve ended weekend trips early to get back home so he could spend time with you, and you’ve come in between us during important events. Seriously, a Sunday night football game on the same night as the Golden Globes should be illegal. However, this year, you’ve really made up for it all. You’ve given me Paris. I don’t deny your impact, or even your allure. I’ve never really been a…
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urban escapes // small town dreams
We’re both self-proclaimed city girls. New York, DC, Paris, Dublin, London…these cities will always have our hearts, but that doesn’t mean we forget our small-town roots. Urban escapes are also kind of our jam. While most people understandably flock to bigger cities when traveling, there’s an undeniable allure to visiting tiny towns and villages. Our favorite perks to checking out the ‘burbs? They’re not as readily accessible, which means less crowds, and the prices tend to drop considerably. Plus: it’s all just so quaint and romantical, no? The English Countryside In my downtime, I often envision myself in a Bridget…
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a penny saved is a penny not spent having fun (and other dumb rules i’ve lived by)
I’ve never been good at saving money. I fully embrace the “live in the moment” mantra… or at least thats the excuse I give myself to spend my hard earned money on fun rather than stash it away for the “future.” Frankly, I’m lazy, and saving money is like, hard. Last night, while I was watching “Midnight in Paris,” I realized the last time I had a substantial amount of dough in a savings account was right before I moved to Paris. Five months later, I begrudgingly made my way back the States, ten pounds heavier and thousands of dollars…
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selling out to the all-inclusive resorts?
The hubs and I have never been attracted to the idea of all-inclusive resorts. They’re on par with cruises in our minds. They might be great when we’re older and have kids and really do want to just sit by a pool or a beach. But for now? Not for us. SO we booked one last night! I know. But about a month ago, we were reminiscing with B&K about our weekend in St. Thomas. We obviously concluded that another tropical vacation was necessary, and thus began the research. Adventurers at heart, we looked at everything from a treehouse in…
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escaping reality // wanderlust via reality tv
I’m seriously considering trying out for the next season of The Bachelor. I know, I know, I have a boyfriend or whatever, so why would I want to audition for the reality TV? Here’s why: every Monday for the past three weeks, I’ve been snuggling up on the couch sans boyfriend to enjoy two hours of the delightfully silly saga otherwise known as The Bachelor. And you know what I’ve discovered? These floozies get to travel all over the world for three months on someone else’s dime! Here’s a selection of some of the places they’ve been in seasons past:…
