I was in a very arts-and-craftsy mood last night so I spent like five hours painting these tiny pumpkins and bathing one with glitter. Worth it! Loving this new decor in my little Brooklyn apartment. #EmbraceTheHipster #FallingForFall
Some new camera sticker designs I made for a friend's wedding! Very DIY and last-minute but it's the thought that counts! ;) Definitely looking forward to creating more custom camera designs in the future.
"The good old days weren't always good & tomorrow ain't as bad as it seems"
"I am flawed and I am human."
'I once live-tweeted the September issue."
"If you can't find someone to follow, find a way to lead by example."
Here is the finished sketch for a musical instrument pattern design I am working on for a client!
"Feminists are just women who don't want to be treated like shit."
So... before today, I used this blog for pretty much everything, especially travel, and although I probably won't stop, I now want it to be more focused on my work.
This summer I decided to take a month off of real life and work on my portfolio (a.k.a. tan in Mexico) so I gave myself a mini-project to start off. I am trying to do more hand-lettering, so I will be illustrating/handwritting a quote every day (hopefully) from a great book I am reading, called Bad Feminist: Essays, by Roxane Gay.
I will be posting each sketch here and on my instagram @rosasanchezillustration
Here is my first official Bad Feminist piece:
Let me know what you think!
The thing is, I don't believe in diets, but I do believe in staying healthy. For the past six months I've been on a semester abroad in Italy, and it turns out that the diet of a starving artist in Milan basically consists of Turkish kebabs and 1 Euro wine. At first I thought I could get away with not seeing lettuce for six months, but after only a couple weeks I started getting headaches and feeling constantly tired, which also got me behind on school work. Now that I've been back home and on break for a couple weeks, I've decided to start a serious detox: eating healthy, getting back into my work-out routine and drinking lots of delicious summer-appropriate iced-beverages. For caffeine addicts like myself, it's always hard to begin a detox, because cutting back on coffee can give us fairly awful withdrawal symptoms, and so for the first few weeks of my detox I've decided to – instead of eliminating caffeine completely – start a tea diet. I say diet because, although I am not necessarily trying to lose weight, a detox requires a great deal of organization and consistency, much like a weight-loss plan. Since I am currently visiting my parents in Cancun and it happens to be the most humid city on the planet, one cannot just drink hot tea and not melt, so I came up with three tropical iced tea recipes that are perfect for a summer detox:
1. Iced Grapefruit Mint Tea
- 1 Mint Tea bag
- 1 cup boiling water
- 1/2 grapefruit
- 1/2 cup chilled seltzer
- add brown sugar if desired
Boil waiter in small pot and insert Mint Tea bag; cover and brew 5 minutes. Remove tea bag and squeeze. Stir in brown sugar if desired; chill.
Slice grapefruit and place inside glass; combine tea and seltzer and pour into same glass. Add ice and enjoy!
2. Iced Mango Green Tea
- 1 Green tea bag
- 1 cup boiling water
- 1/2 sliced mango
- 1/2 cup mango nectar
Boil waiter in small pot and insert Green Tea bag; cover and brew 5 minutes. Remove tea bag and squeeze. Stir in mango nectar; chill.
Place sliced mango and ice inside glass; pour in tea mixture and drink up!
3. Iced Honey Lemon Green Tea
- 1 Green Tea bag
- 1 cup boiling water
- 1 lemon
- 2 Tbsp honey
Boil waiter in small pot and insert Green Tea bag; cover and brew 5 minutes. Remove tea bag and squeeze. Stir in honey; chill.
Slice 1/2 lemon and place inside glass, with ice. Squeeze 1/2 lemon into tea mixture. Pour mixture inside glass, taste and be refreshed!
There are of course hundreds of other equally-delicious iced tea recipes one could prepare, don't be afraid to make up your own and enjoy it on a sunny day by the pool or even in the office! A fresh, healthy drink in the morning or in the middle of a hot day will surely brighten up your mood and lead you on the right path to a wonderful summer detox.
Did you enjoy my recipes? What's your favorite summer detox drink?
To be completely honest, I had no plans to re-visit Paris on this trip to Europe, but of course, the boy who I am currently obsessed with said he wanted to go, and so I immediately dropped my Greek-Island-hopping plans and booked my flight to Paris. Not surprisingly, he ended up canceling, however it ended up working out even better, (at least that's what I keep telling myself) as two of my best friends from NY–Andrew and Carolyn– came with me!
The first day it was only me and Carolyn. We arrived at Charles de Gaulle airport in Paris and took a train and subway to our hotel, which ended up being in the middle of the ghetto; so far I've had pretty bad luck with my hotel choices here in Europe... although this one really wasn't that bad. We freshened up and took the subway to the center of Paris, where we ate panini and walked around from the Louvre to the Eiffel Tower. It was raining and we were freezing, but that's the thing about Paris, it didn't look any less beautiful. We did our obligatory picture-taking tourist routine before breaking down with exhaustion. I know we were in Paris but we had spent the last six hours on three different forms of transport so it was hard to look alive. We stopped by a supermarket and bought fruit, granola bars and 1 Euro sandwiches which were surprisingly good (#LifeOfABrokeStudent) as well as some Orangina, my favorite parisian soda. As soon as we got to the hotel and ate absolutely everything we had bought for the next few days, we fell asleep. So much for exploring Paris.
Day 2: Carolyn and I woke up extra early today, mostly because we felt guilty for going to sleep so early yesterday on our first night in Paris. Our first stop was the infamous Chanel store in 31 Rue Cambon. I have been reading and obsessing about it for years and although we could not go in, it was a dream to finally see it. Next, we went to the Louvre. I thought I would remember more of it from my past visits to Paris but it all seemed very different to me. I actually enjoyed the city much more this time with Carolyn and Andrew, for I felt like I knew so much more (especially about the art in Louvre, which I studied for three somewhat boring years in college) and could appreciate everything on a deeper level. We spent about four hours in the Louvre and when we left, Andrew was outside waiting for us! We all walked to Zara, the store, because as per usual, I did not bring weather-appropriate clothing and so I had to buy a jacket. They ended up shopping too so I didn't feel that bad. After that –also my fault– we made a Starbucks stop. If there's something I learned about myself in these past few months in Europe, it is that YES I do adore Italian and French coffee, but sometimes I just need my Starbucks. I apologize. Our next stop was the Orsay museum. I had never been there, and I loved the strange collection the had, as well as the beautiful and extremely decorative architecture of the building. Every floor and room in the museum contained a different type of art, from antique furniture to illustration to my all-time favorite Ballerina Collection by Degas. The day was very long and as you may imagine, I was wearing inconveniently high boot heels, so after the Orsay I was dead. I was immediately revived, however, when we arrived at the famous Parisian fair, midway between the Orsay and the Eiffel Tower. We bought huge French hotdogs and delicious chocolate ice cream, and then decided to go on a terrifying ride that made me wish I hadn't eaten. FInally we rode the ferris wheel, from which we were able to admire all of Paris at night, and see the glow of the Eiffel tower when the clock stroke 11:00. I had almost forgotten how beautiful Paris can be. After that we walked all the way to the tower and arrived just in time to see it shine at 12:00. We sat on the grass, drank champagne and watched the glow of midnight. It was without doubt one of the best moments of my entire trip.
Day 3: Carolyn went to sight-see on her own and Andrew and I took a train to the Castle of Versailles. It was so much bigger than I remembered, and the gardens were as lovely as ever. Luckily, the day was sunny and gorgeous, so our walk in the gardens was perfect. To be honest, we spent a lot of time taking selfies, but we really did enjoy the historical part as well. We ate tuna sandwiches and coffee for lunch, and after about four hours visiting the castle and admiring the absolutely stunning hall of mirrors, we set out for the city. Of course, we stopped for a Starbucks break before boarding the train, and unbelievably, ran into a girl from our college! I have no idea how these things happen but it was a huge coincidence and a very welcome surprise. after about an hour on the train, we arrived at our hotel again and met Carolyn. We all then took the subway to the beautiful Champs-Elysees. We walked around and then sat down for a well-deserved fancy dinner. Later we went to another restaurant so that Andrew could eat dessert. It was a great day.
Day 4: Today we woke up very early and had a wonderful French breakfast of: croissants, omelette, coffee and orange juice. We chatted, took selfies and said our goodbyes and then Carolyn and I took our flight home to Milan. It was a great ending to an extraordinary trip. I've truly had the time of my life.
More nervous than ever, I was only able to sleep about two hours before my flight. I arrived at Centrale ridiculously early and I sat at McDonalds, where I proceeded to try and cover my sleep-deprived face with makeup and wait for Diego. He finally arrived and we walked to the bus that would take us to the airport. In the hour that we spent on that bus, we talked about basically everything, and I was surprised at just how comfortable he made me feel. We arrived at the airport, too early of course, so we ate panini and drank coffee –well, I drank coffee; I think it is my karma in life to always end up falling in love with men who hate my biggest obsession: caffeine. This early airport breakfast was torture for me, not only because I looked like I hadn't slept in days, but because for some reason, I could not take one bite of my panino without it exploding in crumbs all over Diego. He only laughed of course, but what a way to begin the trip! On the flight to Barcelona, Diego slept and I read about two pages of Pride and Prejudice on his sister's Kindle before giving up and closing my eyes to the "love song" playlist on my ipod. I fell asleep for a minute and actually dreamed about Diego... who cares that he was right next to me.
We arrived in Barcelona and took a bus and metro to the hostel. As expected, the receptionist asked if we preferred two single beds or a Queen sized bed for both of us. Diego immediately freaked and said two. Shame. We then left our backpacks and set out to explore! I truly wish I remembered every detail of everything that we did but to be honest, I didn’t really know what was happening most of the time, since basically we walked around all of Barcelona following the tourist map and stopping for refreshments. I am almost certain that we saw at least ninety percent of what we wanted to see Barcelona. I just wish we had gone clubbing. Anyways, that day we walked to Plaza Espanya to meet up with one of Diego’s friends from Colombia. We sat at a small park next to a very colorful statue by Gaudi and the friend told us about how he met this girl about a year ago online and now came to visit her for the first time in Barcelona! For ten days! And now she’s going to Bogota to visit him! It’s funny how things work out sometimes. When he left, Diego and I went to eat at a restaurant on top of a huge mall in Plaza Espanya. I ate risotto and Diego ate chicken –and yes, I am embarrassed that I remember. Later, we visited the Port Olimpic, where we soaked our feet in a beautiful fountain and admired the weird yellow pillars in the park. We then made an attempt to visit the Dali museum, but since we are poor, traveling students, we didn’t really feel like paying the entrance fee, so instead we napped in a nearby sculpture garden, where we also got extremely sunburnt. After that we were basically zombies the entire day, but we managed to visit the incredible Camp Nou, and then took the Teleferic del Port up to the Castell Montjuic. From there we had an incredible view of the ocean, port, and most of Barcelona. That night, we had dinner at a pretty great bar next to our hostel, and at some point before that we had an entire pitcher of real Spanish sangria, which was obviously delicious. When we got back to the room, Diego put on a hilarious and really awkward Spanish movie called Al Otro Lado de la Cama (On the Other Side of the Bed), which apart from being a musical also had way too many sex scenes that I was not prepared for, seeing as I was half-naked on a bed next to an also half-naked boy I’m in love with, in the city of my dreams and tipsy on sangria. However the sexual tension died immediately after, when Diego decided to do some incredibly awkward yoga moves on the floor in front of me because he didn’t want to be sore the next day. Whatever. Great day.
Good morning! We woke up, had some fruit and oatmeal cookies that we had bought the previous day in one of the hundreds of fruit shops around Barcelona, and then we showered with the shampoo that we also had to buy ourselves, since our hostel didn’t turn out to be as fancy as we expected. Well, the lobby was nice. Our first stop was coffee. As per usual, I needed my daily morning dose of caffeine before being ready to walk a thousand touristy miles. Then we walked a thousand touristy miles, and arrived at the beautiful Hospital de Sant Pau and later, La Torre Agbar –or, “the egg” according to Diego– where we saw a an interesting mixed-media exposition called Water. After that, we went to the beach which I believe was in Barceloneta? and after a lot of convincing, Diego agreed to stay and tan... for like ten minutes. The entire time we were there we had to listen to a couple of hilarious spanish speaking strangers say the dumbest things, and Diego didn’t miss out on the opportunity to bother me about how the girl’s Mexican accent sounded ridiculous “like mine”. Rude. In the middle of the beach, there was a small outdoor gym that was basically just a couple of metal bars in the sand, but where many ridiculously buff, tan men where doing impossible exercises. I admired them, but Diego was in shock! This is why I keep thinking he may or may not be gay. On our walk back to the hostel, we ran into a mini stadium where a mini soccer game was going on, so we sat and watched. I have to say, the seven-year olds were really good! We cheered for the number tens (which are always the best) and we honestly had a great time. At some point, we ate at a restaurant called Vegano, or Vegan, which was decorated with colorful, fruity murals and where we ate the most delicious food. I had a veggie burger and an organic milkshake with almond milk. It was excellent. We ended the day at the Font Magica de Montjuic, or in english, “the magic Montjuic fountain.” I almost cried when the song Forever Young played and the fountain lit up in bright blues and greens and purples. If only he knew. Back in the room, Diego called his dad to tell him about our day and the entire time he kept giving me funny smily looks and I died. He really is incredible.
We walked at a very slow pace most of the day because we were exhausted from the day before, but we managed to visit the super hipster Las Ramblas, where we found Diego’s new favorite store, “El Ganso” full of preppy polo-inspired clothes. Soon we were starving, so we went to the Mercado de Santacaterina and bought a baguette, some jamon serrano and some cheese, and made ourselves an incredible picnic on a park bench in the middle of nowhere. Later, we went to the enormous park next to the Arco del Triunfo where we saw artists painting murals on portable walls and hippies doing circus tricks. We saw a few incredible churches and then the Picasso museum, which we absolutely loved. At night, we had dinner with Hector, my ex boyfriend, which was definitely as awkward as it sounds. We ended up going to the same restaurant Diego and I went to the first day, because apparently after living in Barcelona for a year, Hector still doesn’t know of any good places to eat. Apart from the overall discomfort, the food was wonderful, and the two liters of Sangria were much needed and greatly appreciated. To be completely honest, I’m glad I saw Hector again, it made me realize how much I’ve changed and how lucky I am to have met someone as incredible as Diego, even if we are just good friends.
In the morning, we saw a very strange and very cool house by Gaudi, with eye balls projecting from the outside walls, similar to the Farolas by Gaudi that are all around the city. Later, shopping! We went to many stores and I have to say, Diego is a great shopping buddy. Our first stop was Topshop/Topman, where Diego bought two pairs of colorful shorts. The best part about that was when the cashier asked him if he and I were together and he turned purple! From there, we went to Zara, H&M and a couple of thrift shops which I was not expecting to see in Barcelona, but which I loved. Diego bought himself a baseball uniform shirt and some very cool suspenders. I bought a yellow handkerchief for my hair. We then returned to El Ganso, and after half an hour, Diego ended up not buying anything, however it was worth seeing him try on a suit jacked. After, we went to a couple other boutiques where Diego picked out the clothes he liked for me and insisted I try them on, and when I did, told me I looked great – are you gay? are we married? do you love me?– very frustrating. In the end I ended up buying most of the things he picked out. Then, we made a Starbucks stop (finally!) and then walked around a mall and eventually ended up eating at Vegano again because we loved it. In conclusion, it was a really great day. For dinner, we had a huge, delicious pitcher of sangria and confessed way too much to each other. I ended up buying, because I wanted to convince Diego to walk me to the bus stop at twelve a.m, but of course we fell asleep and I missed my bus. The good part was that Hector stayed up and drove me to the airport at four a.m. Lucky lucky lucky.
I really did want to kiss him. I was dying to, but it was impossible!
I woke up, showered, got my luggage ready and said goodbye to Diego, who got up half-asleep to make sure that Hector was waiting for me in the lobby. A single hug marked the end of the best trip of my life. No regrets.
After my visit to Verona, I travelled to Florence for an entire week, completely by myself. My friends had plans with their families already, and so I decided to explore la bella Toscana alone. I booked a hostel in outer Florence, thirty minutes from the city center, and made my travel plans for the week. At the station, I bought two more train tickets, each for a day visit to Pisa and Siena, since an entire week sight-seeing in Florence alone would have been a bit much. After a fairly short train ride, followed by a very expensive cab ride, I arrived at the hostel... also known as the most unbelievably dysfunctional household ever run by a typically insane Italian family. I truly cannot even begin to describe this place, but I am at least thankful that the general discomfort I felt there, inspired me to go out and explore as much as possible.
The first day in Florence, I walked around the entire center, crossing the famous Ponte Vecchio, and admiring the many beautiful cathedrals and the incredible antique architecture of every monument. I ate fresh pizza slices while wondering through little side-streets, and found myself in the much-talked-about Eataly, where I ate a deliciously creamy Illy coffee gelato. I then visited the very impressive Duomo, where crowds of tourists just like me bent themselves in the most awkward ways to try and get a good picture. Finally, I visited the Palazzo Strozzi, where I saw a contemporary exposition called "Family", which consisted of large photographs, holograms and short clips of different types of families and their diverse lifestyles, around the world.
I ended my day with an extremely sketchy yet very tasty dinner of pasta and Prosecco, cooked by the mother of the house, (or hostel) whom forced me to sit with her and her two odd forty-year-old sons to eat and chat about how much they hate America. Interesting experiences all around. #WelcomeToItaly
One might think that studying abroad is, well, a party... and one might be right, however there are times when it is also very lonely. As beautiful and exciting as it is to be living my dream and traveling Europe, there are times when I desperately miss home.
For me, home is a fairly confusing word. When I'm feeling romantic, home is New York City, when I'm feeling overwhelmed, home is Cancun, and when I'm in need of comforting family time, home is Mexico City. For many reasons concerning the heart, New York is the place I miss the most these days. Memories like the one above, in which I was overwhelmingly happy, are what bring me inspiration, whether it is from sadness, joy or even nostalgia. I am in love with this city and everything that comes with it, I realize it more and more every time I am away.
I started my traveling about two months ago, two months that should have been documented on here... But since I was lazy, I will catch you up on my lovely experiences now!
My first stop after arriving in Milano was Verona. I can easily (well, it took some thought... The world is pretty amazing) say that Verona is my absolute favorite place in the world. My friend Carolyn and I gave ourselves three full days to explore the town, and booked two nights at a super cute and oddly romantic hostel named Casa di Luca, translation: Luca's house, and literally there was a man named Luca, and it was his house.
Carolyn and I went sightseeing the entire first day and managed to see every important monument in Verona in less than twelve hours! I think the small-town charm is one of the things I loved the most about Verona. We –having been raised under Amanda Seyfried movies and Shakespeare in English class– we're most excited to see the house of Juliet. Not surprisingly, Juliet's house and balcony are actually a complete tourist attraction: a mix of Valentines day, a Sweet Sixteen and a bad wedding all in one... And I love weddings.
After being very productive in accomplishing our tourist activities, we spent the next two days eating in beautiful little cafés and reading our books on the riverbank. The picture above is from our last night, when we sat for hours looking at this gorgeous Italian sunset and eating gelato. I have never been more at peace.
After a great week in Zurich, I am now back in Milano. Here, my days consist of: school, aperitivo with the girls, King's Pub, the occasional club and my daily breakfast of brioche and capuccio. This tradition of eating nothing but a small croissant (filled with honey or topped with sugar) and a very foamy capuccino every morning, is something that I can definitely get used to, even if I am starving an hour later. It's simple, delicious, quick and surprisingly a good energy booster. It is of course common knowledge that Italians have one of the best cuisines, and so it is no surprise that I have been following a purely Italian diet ever since I moved here. One would think, Italian food = carbs = fat... but actually, real Italian food is very healthy and always made with fresh ingredients, not to mention, always served in small portions so no one can ever over-eat.
Treat yourself to a traditional Italian breakfast!
A great day deserves two posts.
As I mentioned before, Zurich has been unusually sunny for the past week and I wasn't exactly prepared for a Swiss Spring. I packed about one normal Tee and about ten sweaters, two jackets, three pairs of pants, boot heels, Converse and thankfully a pair of black flats. Not exactly the best choices for tanning weather, so as I was touring around beautiful Zurich in my blue jeans, heel boots and black sweater, I realized I was melting... hence the fashion emergency. In a place where there is either Chanel or H&M, you –being a traveling art student– really have no choice but to dive into one of the millions of H&M shops in central Zurich and do what you can! It is not that I don't occasionally love a little H&M spark, but I can't wait for the day when my heel breaks and a "fashion emergency" means a quickie stop at Valentino. It will happen. Anyways, I dove into the store which I must admit I underestimated, because their new Spring collection is basically 2014 pop-culture in a single closet! Which I love. I walked around for about fifteen hot minutes and ended up picking out a super cute white tank, a neon pink beanie and a pair of nude flats, just because they were there and nude matches everything. Now, since I am ridiculous, and always carry extra clothes, perfume and accessories in my bag for absolutely no reason, I quickly changed my winter outfit into a fab Spring look (picture above) , with the help of my newly acquired pieces. No doubt, touring around was much more pleasant after that.
Today was another beautiful, sunny day here in Zurich. I got up early, left for the city, had my daily dose of Starbucks and then began my tour. My first stop was the Police Station, where I saw the famous Giacometti murals and was mesmerized by just how colorful, complex and magical they are. They are like nothing I have ever seen before, and I could look at them for ages.
I later strolled through the grass around the boutique area eating a very odd Swiss hotdog. It was inside an actual piece of bread, and swimming in ketchup and mustard, but it was still delicious!
After a few hours walking under the insanely hot Swiss sun, I decided to return home and help with dinner. My aunt, uncle, little cousins and I made homemade pizza with fresh mozzarella, arugula and prosciutto. We had dark red wine and a bowl of sweet strawberries with cream for dessert. It was a perfect ending to a perfect day.
Happy belated Earth Day everyone!
I am in Zurich for the week visiting my aunt and uncle (and two adorable baby cousins) and I have to say, it is the most magical place. It really is a bubble of complete perfection: everywhere you look, there are green trees, blooming tulips, incredible architecture and smiling blue-eyed gorgeous people! Unreal, really.
Yesterday, I took the tram from my aunt and uncle's house into the city at 8:00 am! I wanted to get exploring as soon as possible, but it turns out the museums open until 10:00 or 11:00 so I sat in Starbucks, drank some coffee, and wrote for an hour. Later, I went to Kunsthaus, a very large and very beautiful art museum, where there was an Impressionistic exposition, full of Monets, Cezannes, Mondrians and many more. I later went into several small art galleries and boutiques, all gorgeous and unique in their own way. I crossed the bridge, ate a pumpkin-seed covered pretzel and tanned a little at the edge of the river.
After a long day of touristy activities, I returned home and a delicious pasta dinner was waiting for me! Gosh I missed sending time with family. It was a great day.