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the ashford castle school of falconry
In Western Ireland — in Cong, County Mayo, to be exact — there sits a castle. This isn’t that odd, really, since there are lots of castles in Ireland, but this one is just a bit more special than all the rest. It’s not in ruins, like many, and it hasn’t been renovated and re-opened as a museum, either. Instead, this particular castle has been converted into a 5-star, luxury hotel. But unlike most and much like one particularly famous castle, this one also houses a school. The Ashford Castle School of Falconry. As you drive up the long driveway,…
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jetsetters: @LustForTheWorld
You know what really warms the cockles of our hearts?? When people, especially girls, reach out to us with tales of traveling with their own bff. Solo travelers, you can keep your selfies. Besties travel is where it’s AT. Clearly this is all leading up to the intro of today’s jetsetterS, because yes, there are two of them and yes, just like us, they are best friend travel bloggers with a serious fear of getting stolen (see: the answer to their first question). But! Instead of cartoon-like hair icons in their logo, they have a (presumably female?) tongue licking her…
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style spotter: #LTcoast2coast
Welp, little travelers! It's official: we are days away from #LTcoast2coast.
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touring ireland: a day in clifden & connemara
You know, as I’ve gone back through my photos from Ireland, I keep realizing just how much we saw… but how little I have to really say about our roadtrip. I want to be helpful! But really, all I have to offer is a crap ton of photos from our week of driving from Dublin to Galway and back again. Sidenote: what is the origin of “crap ton” and all iterations of? I’d google it… but I’m scared. ANYWAY. After our little jaunt around Blarney Castle and the Cliffs of Moher, we crashed hard at The G Hotel in Galway —…
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city dwellers: new york’s lower east side
It wasn’t too long into our New York lives before we admitted to ourselves that when it comes to street cred, we have none. While most of our peers longed to live on the Lower East Side or across the bridge in Williamsburg, we were almost immediately content on the quieter Upper East Side. Sure, we had to deal with the occasional pity nod when we revealed our cross streets, but honestly? Rent was just cheaper in our ‘hood of choice. Sometimes, a sacrifice must be made. Unfortunately, as our cool points diminished drastically over time, so, too, did our…
