It’s 79 degrees in Central Park.
Nurturing an abiding love for Latin America, I've traded big city lights for sunshine and grapes in Mendoza, Argentina. A perennial traveler and writer, I'm inspired by locals, culture and creativity. This is my patchwork.
A winter’s walk through a silent and slippery Central Park this morning.
I am frugal by nature, but when it comes to my mother, I am willing to splurge on her big day of appreciation. New York’s luxury hotels know what mother’s like, and will serve it to her on a sliver platter.
Shopping for charity, check. Afternoon Tea, check. Spa, check. Shopping for pure indulgence, check. Brunch, check. Stroll in Central Park, check.
Truly, what more could a mother ask for?
*CENTRAL PARK: A stroll down Literary Walk through The Mall.