It’s been a month. Yes, a month, since I got back from my latest trip around the lovely land of Italy. My best friend, Angela, and I left to explore the most beautiful country in the world on Sept. 19, and returned 10 days later with a sense of exhaustion and wanderlust that you can only experience when you travel. We booked our plane tickets back in March, and our Airbnbs only a few weeks before departing. After coming to the realization that our semester abroad in Florence was nearly three years ago, a trip back was long overdue. But, yeah. It’s been a month, and a sweet month of soaking in home — both on the East Coast, and the one that we visited on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean.Read More
The New York City video has been quite the experience for me. After editing and diving into Premiere for months, I scrapped everything I had for a concept that I'm way more passionate about, in its entirety.
The reality of our existence is that we're always rushing. To the subway, to the top of another skyscraper, to whatever's next. It's no wonder we're feeling lost and confused about everything. So, with this video I wanted to recreate that concept, and explore the possibility of living life slow versus the fast pace we're constantly running at. I wanted to capture the stress and sleepless nights and create another option.
This is New York City — a place that's always existing with an immense energy, and never slowing down. But maybe it could.
Love always, Marisa
That summer solstice...
I’ve found the ocean, the moon, and the sun sometimes all collide to create beautiful moments on Earth. I’ve also found that few realize that so much beauty surrounds them. Be willing to look beyond and see something new on this planet everyday. You’d be amazed by what’s out there — by even just the palette in the sky.
Adventure, daydream, and always chase after the possibilities.
Love always, Marisa
It only took four days in Portland for me to completely fall in love with the West Coast. The evergreens, the teal water, and the coffee shops. The mountains, artsy people, and every bit of passion in between. I could easily see why people choose to spend their entire lives in Oregon, or even just a few hours south in California. Life is seemingly so much less stressful than it is here on the East Coast, and it's all about creating something beautiful for yourself, rather than just chasing after the next thing.
Making this video was an experience in itself, and I'm so excited to continue capturing my travels as they come. I'll be back to the Pacific Northwest so soon. I can just feel it! But for now, I'm just getting glimpses of these trips for you — and me and my wanderlust, too.
As always, be sure to follow along with me on YouTube and Instagram! Subscribe or follow at @marisataylor24 to stay updated on where I'm going and what I've been up to. Next video: New York City. Stay tuned!
Love always, Marisa
Okay, let's wrap up this wanderlust. Not really — I'm currently writing this piece while traveling. But, there's still some things left to tell you about Cancun. Particularly, soaking in the pools, swimming with the dolphins, and going with the flow of the ocean waves. Sounds pretty sweet, am I right?Read More
Leave me amongst the palms. Summer is so on my mind, even though it's all too early to break out the bikinis. Seriously, spring just sprung and I'm already daydreaming about days at the lake and finding tropical places to spend a week away. (Mallorca, anyone?) But, in all my thoughts I remembered that my trip to Cancun last summer was oh-so sweet. And that there's still details that somehow missed the blog scene — okay, I got distracted. I'm human, what can I say?Read More
Spring is here, thank goodness. And although I'm totally on this "live in the present" kick, I also want to take a second to appreciate where I've been wandering this winter.
Full disclosure: winter is my least favorite season. After the holidays, it's really just a bunch of bundling up in blanket scarves. And when you're as small as I am, it's hard to stay super warm in any situation. I'd rather be soaking up the sun by the lake in summertime, and breaking out my favorite bikinis instead. But, my sneakers and boots did get to check a few things off the bucket list despite all the snow -- so I guess I can't be too mad that the chilly weather has stuck around through March.
Hiking in the winter is quite an adventure if you've never been. In the fall, the trails are effortlessly beautiful with saturated leaves and afternoons that are still a little warm. In the summer, it's the same effect -- except everywhere you look it's endless amounts of greenery and instantly the world feels like it's alive.
The couple of hikes I did were in temperatures I would seriously never seek out. In January, I spent a day feeling all my winter blues by the waterfalls of Bash Bish Falls State Park in Copake, NY -- right near the Massachusetts border and Taconic State Park -- with photographer, travel filmmaker, and super cool boyfriend, Kevin Savage. You start at the top of the trail and follow it all the way down to the falls, which at this time of the year was half frozen. My Brandy Melville jean jacket fit right into the mood, making for the most ideal photo shoot.
Another, much shorter trail, takes you higher and lets you see the mountains from almost their peak point. There's truly nothing that will put everything in perspective like being on top of a mountain and looking out at the world.
The best part of going to Bash Bish? The road trip you have to take to get to it. You'll lose service at certain points, but you'll want to play some alternative music and soak in your surroundings anyways. The falls sits right in the valley of two of the mountains, and coming up on them will feel a little other-worldly -- let alone the moment when you drive right into the crack.
My other winter hike was full of slippery spots for my sneakers, that oddly made for an afternoon well spent with my best friend. I have done the trails at Sleeping Giant State Park in Hamden, CT so many times before because it's right across the street from my school (Once you graduate, can you still call it that?) My roommates and I would head up to the top on the reg -- although I only dared to do the spot where you can see all of campus when it was the peak of summer and could channel my inner rock climber.
On that day right at the end of January, the main trail was a bit packed because it was one of those weird moments when it's supposed to be winter but the weather is warm. Despite the sweeter temps, the trail still had uphill spots covered in ice -- and it took everything in my legs to keep from slipping all the way down the side of the mountain. That's what spin class preps us for though, right?
I own it up to my days of summer camp and dance for making me so okay with trusting my feet and following them throughout all these winter hikes. Icy spots quickly turned to way too much mud, and it's safe to say my sneakers will have a few permanent stains.
Sure, these hikes didn't take me too far. My dented Honda Accord alone wouldn't make it much on the highway, especially in winter weather. But, next stop is the White Mountains in New Hampshire, hopefully. So, stay tuned because this year's hiking trips have only just started and it'll be so much better when everything is just blooming this spring.
Love always, Marisa
So, I'm finally going to try and put this wanderlust into words. For a while now, I've called Florence home. And the only people who seemingly have understood why are the people in my life that have traveled the most, or studied abroad, too.
Yes, I can see where it seems entirely crazy to call a city that I spent four months in almost three years ago my actual home. I grew up in Connecticut, and went to college just 30 minutes down the road from my hometown. But, there's something undeniably pulling me back to this place -- that in its simplest form is comforting, and kind of the same feeling as falling in the best love.Read More
July 22nd - July 29th // The last time I was somewhere tropical was Aruba about six years ago. I had picked out the resort from a photograph in a Triple A magazine, and not much time later we hopped on a plane out of Hartford. This time around, the trip plans weren't in my hands so much. I'd heard a lot about Cancun from infamous spring break stories, but my dad had booked the trip back in December as a surprise at an all-inclusive resort in Riviera Maya. A week-long relaxing (and a little surreal) family and friend getaway - filled with beach time, pool time, and a tequila sunrise or two.Read More
June 22 - June 25 // My mom takes a weekend trip to Vermont most years in the month of June for the quilt festival. I've never gone along, using the time to be a little more careless around the house or diving head first into summer camp fun. I had this fantasy of Burlington being this artsy nook full of accepting people, organic food and rolled up jeans. The city (borderline definition, if we're being honest) didn't disappoint my expectations; although the mountainous and absolute quiet rural-ness of Vermont came as quite a surprise. A four day mother-daughter road trip, and a place I'd go back to once in a while.Read More