Mischievous Meanderings: 2008

Rockwell Group in Business Week

In case you’re interested in what my company is up to these days…we have a couple features in Business Week this month.

With projects being placed on hold left and right and project leads drying up, it’s nice to step back and take a positive look at where I work and remember the ‘big picture'

While this is about the company as a whole, I’m happy to say that our little Madrid office looks to be finishing out the year relatively strong and we’re working very hard to make 2009 a promising one, despite the economic challenges a lot of clients are facing at the moment.

Also in the realm of work, I feel obliged to mention that we have actually been working on the renovation of the Taj Hotel in Mumbai since May. We haven’t heard from our clients yet but know that several are OK via news sources. It’s been harrowing to follow the events taking place there and to watch that amazing heritage building in flames.

::::EDIT:::: We have heard from our clients and they are more intent than ever to begin work on restoring the full glory of the Taj and to beginning work immediately. We are completely honored to be a part of the rebuilding and could not ask for a more meaningful project in times such as these.

I hope this gives you a little insight into the world of Rockwell Group!

Business Week Article
http://www.businessweek.com/magazine/content/08_48/b4110050131066.htm

photos PARIS & AMSTERDAM

Paris and Amsterdam

Paris

One thing that living in Spain has afforded me is the luxury of spending a day in Paris, almost as if it were a nearby neighborhood. With my dear friend Chris as my partner in crime for an adventurous European weekend, we arrived to a stunningly sunny and deliciously crisp Paris morning and headed straight to Montmartre to drop our things and delve headlong into some of our favorite Parisian neighborhoods.

Memories of freshly dressed and poised Parisiennes came flooding back as we popped over via Metro to grab lunch and peek into shops along rue Saint-Honoré. Colette was as always a pleasure to explore – the 900 euro YSL boots and the painful extrication from my iron grip notwithstanding – with its mixture of art, fashion, design objects and toys. The gallery featured an exhibition titled Off Off Bowery showcasing a collection of works by young artists, including some familiar pieces by neckface and Ryan McGinley.

One delicious outdoor nicoise salad later, we headed to Marais to admire charming art galleries and Paris boutique fashion at their finest. Suffice it to say I would be one poor woman if I hadn’t had the unfortunate luck of spending the majority of our time in the Marais on a conference call whilst browsing.

We had a quaint dinner with a fantastic array of friends, new and old, and after a nightcap back at the apartment rested up for the journey to Amsterdam.

Amsterdam

Another painfully civilized and fantastic feature of European travel is the accessibility of train travel. We spent a few quick hours watching as northern France, Antwerp, Brussels and the Netherlands flew past us and founds ourselves in center Amsterdam – yet another beautiful and sunny arrival.

We timed our trip to attend ADE – the annual Amsterdam Dance Event. A huge festival featuring a wide variety of DJs from around the world, the event takes over every venue in the city for four days. While there is significant attendance, the spread out nature of the event allows the venues to remain comfortably full while not inundated. As with most festivals, the hardest part is choosing which events to attend.

Probably my favorite party was at Paradiso for Trentemøller and the Danish group Lulu Rouge on our first night. Paradiso is an old theater featuring two mezzanine levels overlooking the dancefloor and stage. Some of the most amazing seats in the house were accessible to all and allowed for a lot of great vantage points and resting spots for tired legs. Lulu Rouge was the big surprise of the night, with a truly original sound and fantastically offbeat lead singer. A delicious mix of downtempo, dubby sounds, rumbling basslines and evocative vocals by Alice Carreri Pardeilhan, the end result is a moody and signature sound with true personality. A really great discovery.

Trentmøller really delivered on a high energy and eclectic set playing everything from banging techno to reggae, pop and drum and bass, there was plenty of room to dance and share in the energy with a dancefloor filled with smiling faces.

We spent the weekend with a perfect balance of great design and fashion shops such as Droog, Frozen Fountain, For our Friends, and SPRMRKT (my personal favorite for fashion), delicious meals at local cafes and design favorites like Nomads (drinks to die for) and Envy (delicious small plates), and of course the occasional stop to warm our toes and relax at laid-back coffeeshops.

One of my favorite features of Amsterdam is the seamlessness between private life and public life that comes from its scale and the openness of homes to the street. A walk at dusk affords intimate glimpses into private home lives and allows the quiet energy of the street to take on a new backdrop of families busily preparing dinner, couples sipping wine at a kitchen counter, or children racing around a living room, and I took great pleasure in the pastiche of those little vignettes of Dutch life.
Life in general takes on a rather peaceful yet collective spirit in Amsterdam.

Between the graceful intermingling of bicycle traffic, pedestrians and a seemingly small handful of cars and the at-home spirit of so many retailers and restaurateurs, one can’t help but feel as if you have joined a large family while visiting the city.

edit, April 2009: GOOD LUCK TO MY FRIEND CHRIS ON HIS MOVE TO AMSTERDAMMY!!!! xox

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Europa! Europa!

Fall!

Time to dig out my long forgotten layers for a series of adventures across Europe.

12 hours in London
The adventures kicked off with a day trip to London. After landing at 9am we toured Leicester Square, the site of the project we were in town to interview for...the highly coveted W London. W is a brand we know well that has yet to make its London debut - suffice it to say we were very, very hungry for this project.

Leicester Square has an intriguing history of science and entertainment but these days it's something of a mini Times Square meets Chinatown. Not the poshest destination necessarily. It'll be very interesting to see what happens to the area once the hotel opens. Jestico+Wiles have come up with a clean, glass-veiled facade treatment that can go in one of two directions - either it will succumb to the chintzy glitz of the area or it will raise the bar with its colorful changing facade. Only time will tell.

I can tell you now that we lost the project to Concrete, of recent CitizenM fame, not to mention Supperclub, Envy, and a whole host of hot Amsterdam restaurants which I found myself frequenting the following weekend (unbeknownst to me that they were our competitors!) A worthy opponent and a totally different animal, I take my hats off to them for a hardy competition well fought.

Three Days in Berlin
Having never traveled in Germany, I was really excited to start my experiences off in Berlin. With at least six of my friends from New York having recently relocated there, I figured it had to be a pretty fantastic introduction to Germany.

My first shock was the scale. I found myself reminded of Chicago in many ways. The city itself is very spread out, with 'dead' areas between neighborhoods, and entirely lacking in the characteristic European density. There were beautiful parks throughout much of the city boasting all the fall colors one would expect in a forest, not in an urban city of this size, and at the same time hundreds of old warehouses and brick structures one can only surmise were once factories, now repurposed and happily coexisting with their natural surroundings.

It goes without saying that Berlin is an amazingly unique place in that it has been almost entirely rebuilt after the war. What struck me the most is how proudly and gracefully it carries its juxtapositions - the prime example being the combination of older, classically detailed buildings with striking modern architecture, which lends Berlin a lot of its charm and character.

I had five hours to explore, so I hit the streets immediately. I wandered through the Sony Center then by Hans Scharoun's Philharmonic...both of which were a stone's throw from my hotel. I then headed up the street to Eisenmann's Jewish memorial. Pictures truly do not do it justice. It's a contemplative and haunting installation that encourages exploration and interaction. A full city block in either direction, it commands a lot of attention and dauntingly lives up to its promise to memorialize an uncomfortable slice of German history.

I wandered over to the Reichstag, and after being discouraged by long lines headed north to the Hamburger Museum. Once an old railway station, it hosted some interesting avant garde artists. After a quick bite of sushi with my friend Grant, a fresh NYer-turned-Berliner, I headed out to cocktails in the TV tower to kick off the Design Hotels conference which would take place over the course of the next two days.

Design Hotels Conference
The conference itself featured several really interesting designers, characters and talents. Among my favorites were Marije VogelZang, a food designer from the Netherlands with a wholly unique perspective on design and materials (check out her portfolio!) and of course Chris Sanderson and Martin Raymond from the Future Laboratory, they are fantastic performers (moreso than presenters!) and it's a always a pleasure to hear how they are absorbing and synthesizing trends.

I befriended a Chicago native, Steven Burke, who has done some really interesting work ranging from collaborations with exclusive retailers such as Missoni to collaborations with a struggling wire sculptor in South Africa which yielded a fantastic line of furniture. It was also a real pleasure to meet the boys behind Friends With You, and to understand the hilarious, and in many ways poignant, road that paved the way to their colorful figurines that are featured in every design shop worth its salt these days.

The conference ended with a gala dinner with a menu prepared by a top Finnish chef. A cuisine I'm not particularly familiar with, I really delighted in the bright range of flavors that were completed by berries, horseradishes, amazing ryes and incredibly fresh seafood. I also should mention that after 10+ years as a vegetarian, the first course was so intriguing that I could not possibly refuse it. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I can now say I've eaten reindeer heart sashimi. And it was...um...chewy.

Berlin Techno
I finished off the week in Berlin as any true clubber should, hitting the infamous techno dancefloors. As luck would have it, my NYC friends Camea Tim Tony and Grant were hosting a launch party for their label Clink at a fantastic venue called Arena. A bit off the beaten path, Arena is part of a larger complex of old warehouses now repurposed for events, art exhibitions, and general hipness. In the summer they have a floating pool on the river not unlike my all-time favorite NYC summer spot. Definitely something to return for!

After a few hours at Arena, I roped a couple of fellow conference attendees into hitting one more dancefloor and we made our way to Weekend. Famous for its rooftop (which was sadly no longer open as summer season had closed) Weekend is a full-on nightclub on the 15th floor of an otherwise entirely corporate office building. Berlin juxtaposition at its finest.

Thoroughly exhausted, I headed straight to the airport at 6am to catch a flight back to Madrid to meet my friend Chris who would be visiting for the week.

photos ISLAS BALEARES

Las Islas Baleares

Almost two years to the date, I finally found myself boarding a flight to return to Ibiza at last!

We arrived to an absolutely torrential downpour, the likes of which Ibiza has not seen in a long while from my understanding. I traversed streets that had turned to rivers and despite wearing 4" heels was still soaked up to the ankle. A very depressing welcome indeed.

Drenched and tired, we rested up Friday night for the weekend ahead, hoping and praying for a bit of sun, which we ended up receiving, in spades.

Formentera
After a quick, and per tradition, standing, breakfast of Pan con Tomate and a nice stiff and sweet cafe con leche, we rushed to catch the ferry to Formentera to spend our Saturday carelessly bouncing from beach to cliff and back again in our rented jeep.

As usual, Formentera's powerful vistas and tranquil energy refueled me in ways that no other place can. It's absolutely peaceful and gorgeous and there's nothing quite like driving through the stark roads flanked by date trees, coming over a hill, and being absolutely floored by the view ahead. Perfection! Undoubtedly one of my favorite places on earth.

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Privilege & Pacha
Saturday night a friend of a friend was playing the didgeridoo alongside a local DJ at Privilege, so we spent a few hours there then closed the night at Pacha.

I had never been to Pacha Ibiza, and it truly is an impeccable venue. David Morales and Satoshi Tomiie rocked a very expat (read: British) crowd while beautiful dancers and performers rounded out a pretty calm first night on the dancefloor.

Las Salinas
Sunday we headed out to Las Salinas to enjoy Sa Trinxa. Fantastic.

Las Salinas is a kilometer long beach at the southeast tip of the island. Crowded with families on one end, the northernmost edge is home to Sa Trinxa, home of chilled out music, scantily clad sunbathers recovering from a night out at the clubs, and a shady and breezy chiringuita for drinks and everything ranging from fresh salads to roast chicken.

Sa Trinxa of course boasts great people watching. The chill Balearic beats were accompanied by a live sax player who came out every hour or so...by his last appearance before the sunset, the energy had risen and an impromptu dance party on the sand had begun to form. The perfect relaxing day, Sa Trinxa allows you to refuel then warm up for the night ahead.

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We Love Sundays at Space
After changing and eating, we walked over to the legendary Space nightclub to catch the closing parties of We Love. We went straight to Discoteca for Jeff Mills the music was very Detroit, a little too technical and lacking soul, so we moved to the Terraza. I was devastated to have missed Ben Watt, but we caught the end of Paul Woolford, then Steve Lawler who really laid it down. A bit formulaic in the builds, but who cared??

The set was everything Ibiza is and should be - high energy and absolutely banging. Not a frown in the place. We only stayed a few hours as I really wanted to get in a real nights' sleep before Monday's debauchery, so as you can imagine, it was still packed and throbbing as we headed back to our apartment in Playa d'en Bossa.

Playa D'en Bossa and Monday in Ibiza
Monday I woke up nice and early to hit the bakery and sure that the troops had the proper sustenance for the day that awaited us.

Monday in Ibiza! As I told my partner in crime Gracie (an Ibiza virgin), Mondays truly never are the same once you have experienced how they celebrate the beginning of the week in the Balearic Isles...

We spent a couple hours at Playa d'en Bossa enjoying the sun, sand and warm water and caught the beginning of Bora Bora - the music starts pumping at 4:30 on the nose - before changing and heading out.

Circo Loco at DC-10
Circo Loco remains one of my favorite parties of all times. I can not explain how happy I am that we were able to make it in its few active weeks, especially considering they were just shut down (again, this time for a full year) before they had the opportunity to host their season closing party.

Subject to ongoing battles with the local municipality and arduous searches of partygoers by the guardia civil, DC10 has really borne the brunt of the recent movement to calm the island down, and contain the partying. New and strictly adhered to hours and a strong clamp on DC10 have definitely brought a cloud over the sunny, carefree atmosphere that typically characterizes Ibiza.

To be perfecly honest, there's no question why DC10 is such a target. A veritable carnival, the characters, music, debauchery and energy are well beyond the realm of a calm or controlled party environment. But hey, that's the attraction. Freewheeling costumed individuals closing out Monday's sunlight hours with airplanes roaring overhead and largely techno beats - is there really anywhere more removed from the reality of a Monday?!

Team Loco (we brought the team uniforms from 2006 back!) caught Timo Maas and Tania Vulcano on the terrace then headed inside to chill in the lounge area. The dark and dirty beats lured us to the dancefloor immediately. DC10 might be the only place I can accept sweating it out on a packed dark dancefloor to music that dark before the sun even sets. With a tear in my eye, knowing full well that I may never see DC10 open again, I tore myself away well before the party ended in order to avoid the crowds at Amnesia.

Cocoon Closing at Amnesia
A quick change and shower and we hit Cocoon's closing party at Amnesia, another mega club with the drink prices to show for it. Comprised of two massive rooms, it was packed to the roof.

Armed with our inflatable picture frames, I spent the night snapping portraits of the cast of characters dancing the night away, probably 100 portraits, all told! Sven Vath and Ricardo Villalobos absolutely destroyed and we eventually called it quits after almost 12 hours of dancing and stumbled into a cab sweaty, exhausted, and unable to take another step.

All in all, a truly fulfilling, tiring and perfect weekend escapade!

Stay tuned as I will be closing out October with trips to London, Berlin, Paris and Amsterdam!

Spanish Desert

My first roadtrip in Spain!

I packed miss Lola up into the rental and hit the road, heading east towards Zaragoza.

About two hours later the terrain became mountainous and we veered north towards the quaint town of Tudela. As it was a holiday, the city was entirely deserted save for a few revelers, dressed in the traditional all white with a smart red bandana around their neck, scrambling towards the town's main square. I didn't stay long enough to watch the celebrations, but suffice it to say that no one left that square still donning a crisp white outfit.

From the stragglers back at the hotel later that evening one can only surmise a lot of festive toasting with red wine took place all afternoon and into the evening in honor of the festival. (Someone still needs to explain the buckets, however??).

I instead elected to head into the Bardenas Reales, the real reason I traversed one of the most desolate and boring bits of Spanish highway (though I can not deny being continually charmed by the black bull signs and windmills dotting the landscape as far as the eye can see!). Lured by its unique and quasi-desert landscape, I was intrigued to see the famed rock formations hidden in the barren and somewhat unwelcoming landscape.

Best experienced by bicycle or on foot, there are only a select number of roads a car can take to cut through the lunar landscape. Winding down into valleys, I was quite taken by the beautiful plateaus and breathtaking and massive naturally formed limestone sculptures that have been slowly carved by erosion over time.

The Hotel Aire de Bardenas, a relatively new addition to the landscape, serves as a fantastic and contemporary frame for its expansive surroundings. Featuring 20 some odd rooms, each boasts a beautiful and minimally designed feature - whether an outdoor tub, private garden, patio with seemingly unending vistas across the expanse, or bathrooms with open showers - from which to better appreciate and connect with the stark and impressive surroundings.

When meandering the peaceful stone paths between buildings, one has the opportunity to emjoy glimpses of masterfully framed views of the landscape, not to mention meet your neighbors, most of whom spend time lounging with doors open taking in as much of the surroundings as possible.

The restaurant frames views of a private allotment teeming with local vegetables, and during breakfast you can sip your coffee while watching the gardener contemplate what you will be able to delight in for your dinner.

While I sadly left my camera behind, my holga managed to capture a nice sense of the combination of arid silence and blinding sun that left me driving back to Madrid contemplating my brief trip through this singular and humbling slice of Spain's countryside.

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Orgullo en Madrid

Despite having attended gay pride parades in other cities, I could not have ever been prepared for the breadth, scope and energy surrounding the festivities for Gay Pride in Madrid.

While gay pride festivals and parades are never exclusively attended by any one segment of society, Madrid's event was far and away the most diverse and heavily attended I've had the opportunity to witness.

Gay couples in costume, straight men brandishing rainbow flags, children atop their parents' shoulders squirting transvestites and cross-dressers with water guns, and people fanning themselves with rainbow flags featuring everything from club advertisements to McDonald's logos made up a colorful and blurry pastiche of revelers throughout the parade.

To take a step back, I began to witness the beginnings of preparations on Tuesday night. Throughout Chueca, the traditionally gay center of Madrid, bars began building outdoor service areas, public employees began stringing rainbow flags across the streets, and stages were slowly erected in every plaza.

By Wednesday night, the party had begun. The streets were teeming with people drinking and building the anticipation for Saturday's parade for three nights in a row. Dancing, drinking, singing in the streets was prevalant for a full five days straight.

On the day of the parade, a friend and I went to my office to watch the beginning from the terrace. We then ran made our way to the street to join the party on Gran Via...where we found a good corner to be spectators for a bit.

Not long afterwards, the LOVE BALL bus came along. Led by a diva in a black thong, they were far and away playing the best music, so we hopped into the parade and danced all the way down Gran Via to techno for three hours.

After a quick shower and change, we hit the plazas. The streets were absolutely packed and almost impossible to maneuver, but after watching a tranny stageshow from my friend's balcony, we managed squeeze ourselves into a space in Chueca's main plaza and dance the night away in the heat of one of Madrid's most energetic summer nights...

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48 Hours in London

One last minute decision and a few Euros later, and I found myself boarding an EasyJet flight to London to reunite with friends from across the globe for a quick and intense weekend of art, architecture, and music.

Blessed with stunning weather, my partner in crime and I traversed several neighborhoods in London over the course of ten hours on Saturday.

For the first stop, I made my first ever visit to the Tate Modern, where I delighted in the massive scale of outdoor murals, enjoyed an exhibit dedicated to the history of urban street photography, determined that Cy Twombly drastically improved his art over the course of his career, and dramatically restrained myself from buying anything in the expansive and overstimulating design shop.

Afterwards we headed to the Hayward Gallery to see the Psycho Architecture exhibit. The installations all had a fresh, very personal and sometimes complicated take on architecture and what buildings and spaces represent. Many of the pieces played with the way that architecture shapes and is shaped by what we see, and, in the end, frames the way we think and experience space. Destruction and dismantling of the order normally associated with buildings was a current throughout, bringing a sense of chaos and provoking a new sensibility of structure.

My favorite was far and away Fallen Star 1/5, by Do ho Suh. It featured two meticulously detailed dollhouse structures, one representing his Korean home and the other his US home, crashing into one another, and the ensuing destruction and uncomfortable intermingling of the two cultures. Pictures will obviously not do it any justice, so I highly recommend a visit.

The roof of The Hayward featured several playful experiences. With a little patience (there were long lines) one could hop into a rowboat for a rooftop drift with impeccable views of London's skyline, lounge in an inflated geodesic dome, or relax in a beautifully crafted temporary rooftop theater and watch short films.

After a walk across the Thames and a quick spin around Covent Garden, we met up with a friend from Paris to rest our feet and enjoy an afternoon drink, sped through Soho, and headed home to rest our feet for a night of dancing at Fabric.

The highlight was Ricardo Villalobos' set - a DJ who I have not had the pleasure of experiencing live as he has a self-imposed boycott on playing in the United States.

A true master in the art of surprise, arcs, and builds, to merely say he has a sense of timing is a gross oversimplification. His long, drawn out and tantalizing builds toy with you and can sometimes be maddening until finally culminating - and always delivering.

His exactitude in working in his mids, kicks and bass keeps you thinking and alert for the duration of his set...waiting to see where he'll take it next, keeping you moving, and leaving you in a state where you constantly feel at the precipice of what's to come.

When you add the skillful layering of acoustical arrangements, sparse and sneaky vocal samples, guitar riffs, and jazz melodies, one can say that he has developed a fully rounded brand of techno that largely dismisses any and all criticisms of the genre with unarguable finesse.

A successful reunion with several friends from New York, a photo shoot with an inflatable picture frame, and six hours of dancing later, we hopped a car for a well-deserved night of sleep.

A million and one thanks goes out to Colleen for coordinating our sleeping arrangements and Emily Chang for graciously offering her flat to us and letting us enjoy life on a quaint residential street in Kensington Gardens for a very memorable weekend.

photos MAVI YOLCULUK

photos ISTANBUL & CESME

Turkish R&R

Rest, Recover, Relax...vacation at last!

As I walked down the gangway to board my flight in early June I was actually on the verge of tears. I was so absolutely overwhelmed with the relief of true freedom, at the idea of enjoying my family and friends from afar and celebrating in the union of two very special people.

Over the course of the next week and a half I fulfilled all of my intentions to breath deep, be surrounded by love and happiness, and to enjoy life at its very simplest.

Istanbul welcomed me with open arms as usual. I gathered myself and started off with a day manicuring with my grandmother, lunching with my aunt and grandfather, and topped it off with a perfect reunion of friends and an evening filled with laughter and anticipation of the adventures to come.

The next morning we were off to Cesme.

Together with friends from Turkey, London, Israel and New York I spent three days exploring the quaint vacation town on Turkey's west coast. One of my favorite areas is Alicati, an energetic neighborhood filled with cafes, restaurants, and boutiques within graciously renovated and picturesque ancient stone homes, stables and structures. Very reminiscent of Santorini, Alicati has a slightly more organic and local feel, particularly as we were there early in the season and it was relatively free of tourists.

The wedding was held in the Cesme Castle, a broad and statuesque building perched on Cesme's waterfront. The ceremony and celebrations were beautiful and, as with any Turkish wedding, extremely festive. Americans mixing with belly dancers, and Turks doing the twist...the bride and groom managed to create a truly fantastic representation of their respective cultures all within a breathtaking setting.

The party moved on to Kum Beach, which had just opened its doors for business, and we danced the night away under the stars until, exhausted, we all collapsed into the bus and headed to the hotel to pack for our upcoming yacht adventure...

With a six hour bus ride to recover, the twenty-two seafaring adventurers arrived in Fethiye, another coastal vacation town further south. We were met by the crew of our amazingly well-appointed boats (AC, hot water, six bedrooms with private bathrooms, flatscreens and DVD players, full audio system...), unloaded our bags, took off our shoes and watches and turned off our cellphones, all of which we would entirely forget about for the ensuing week.

Known as the Mavi Yolculuk (Blue Voyage, namely because of the stunning and crystal clear blue waters of the Mediterranean) renting gullets and cruising the coast between small port towns and islands is a very typical Turkish vacation in the summer. Without a doubt one of the most relaxing and reflective trips I've ever taken, I am still reveling in the sense of freedom and tranquility that a weeklong boat voyage allows.

A typical day on the boat is spent swimming, sunning, eating, playing cards, exploring small towns and visiting ruins, snorkeling, kayaking, and eating again...with the most difficult decision every day being which bathing suit bottom to wear and whether or not it is time to cool off in the water.

One of my favorite days started at 5am. When the motors started running my roommate and I grabbed my blanket and hauled ourselves to the top deck to watch the sunrise as we pulled out of our evening spot. After dozing off in the sun, by 7am it was already so strong we had to go below deck before resurfacing to find ourselves in one of the most stunning destinations of the trip: Butterfly Valley.

The day was spent hiking the valley and discovering its waterfalls, snorkeling, exploring caves, and ended with a spectacular hike on the nearby St. Nicholas Island to watch the sunset.

After six days unwinding in a similar manner each day, we returned to Fethiye for a fresh seafood feast and ultimately made our way to the airport to return to Istanbul: full, rejuvenated, and already nostalgic.

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