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.
Road trips aren't complete without Snapple. In fact, my summers aren't quite complete without Snapple. Not an ad, just a girl and her fairly recent love for iced tea. The drive was four hours long, but the mountains and the sugar from this sweetness made for quite the high.
Chester, Vermont // We stopped at what I can only describe as a little yellow house on the side of the road for sandwiches. Cranberry sauce sounded good on a sandwich, but sprouts were truly the underrated filler.
Waterbury, Vermont // The Ben & Jerry's Factory was a short and sweet trip, pun highly intended. Puns continued, let me give you the scoop: a glance into the socially sound company culture, a sample of Americone Dream and several kids in the Flavor Graveyard mourning flavors they've never had. The love was real. RIP Schweddy Balls.
Burlington, VT // A rainy Friday made for a great day to go to a quilt festival. Vendors lined a space with rows and rows of quilts, work only the niche group of quilters and their families can truly appreciate. I owe my love for fashion to this art.
Sometimes the best views aren't from the mountains, but rather the tops of parking garages. The day ended with some rooftop fun and a much-needed photo shoot in this denim skirt.
Sunny Saturday called for my long-awaited trip pick - the farmer's market. Held right outside the City Hall, bustling with local produce and plant stands, and artists from all mediums. I walked away with a little cactus and a succulent print, and the need to find a farmer's market near me that can maybe compare.
I was absolutely mesmerized by this man's pottery, and to this day am trying to find him on Etsy or something of the like. A craft that often goes under the radar, but takes ridiculous precision amongst relaxation.
Traveling is funny, because you really just see the sights in between a whole lot of good food. Did you go for the views, or for the cuisine? This is particularly hard to answer in places where both are incredible. After a lot of all natural salads, sandwiches and eggs Benedict, we found room for Ben & Jerry's only on our last night. Americone Dream has a tough competitor in Milk 'n Cookies.
Lake Champlain // Mountains next to a lake. Need I say more? Views like this brought me back to Croatia, where pebble beaches just off the mainland look out to similar blue, faded hills. Hiking will be a must next time around.
Between shopping and a Citizen Cider. Arsty places are filled with backdrops like this, dying for the visionaries and Instagram-lovers to get their camera on them. It's like a little bit of Los Angeles in a much less crazy corner of the country. This particular wall read "You Are Loved"; to which one bitter human walking by replied, "Stupid quote." I, however, loved it.
I hope one day my bed is as comfy as the ones in hotels. I might just miss you the most.
Love always, Marisa