"Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky." - Tagore
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.
Corner of 14th Street and 1st Avenue, NYC.
A couple weekends ago I went to Rockaway Beach. Last summer my husband and I visited the 96th Street beach, lured by the burgeoning boardwalk culinary scene.
This time I stayed on the E train heading towards Far Rocakawy (not Lefferts Blvd!) and got off at 67th Street. It was much less crowded, more peaceful and not as developed as the 90s beaches, which suited me just fine.
When I walked to the shoreline I looked out to the horizon and saw a handful of surfers waiting to catch waves.
Having grown up on the Manasquan Inlet, I was used to sharing the ocean with surfers, but there was one distinction between the surfers I was used to and this crowd in the water.
They seemed to be terribly awkward on their boards and a whole lot of face planting was going on. The below snapshot captures one of the more elegant face plants compared to some other flailing bloopers we saw.
I started to walk down the coast and saw 18 more surfers on the next beach. This seemed like an extraordinary amount of surfers for a relatively calm ocean.
Then I discovered this tent, and the gaggle of blundering surfers made sense, they were all new to the sport. Sixty-seventh Ave was apparently the place to test your surfing chops.
A seemingly successful Locals Surf School offers private lessons for 100 per hour with a surfboard and wetsuit included. Semi-private and group packages are also available.
We skipped the surfing and partook in another seaside past time: paddle ball.
…And fawning over puppies, which women do anywhere in the world without prejudice.
It’s mesmerizing to watch airplanes take off from JFK Airport. They are quiet and imposing, rousing a sense of freedom as they float overhead into the clouds.
The sun set on a fun summer beach day in Rockaway, and I decided next time I may have to attempt some dexterous face planting myself.
My mother gifted me a bikini bag before I went to Hawaii, and it turned out to be a very practical item to have.
While at the beach I stored my iphone, camera and sunglasses in the plastic-lined zipper bag, which kept it safe from sand and surf.
After the beach I would use it to store my wet bikini so I could comfortably enjoy appetizers and Mai Tais over an idyllic sunset.