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Pan Am Experience: The Coolest 1970s Aviation-Theme Dinner Party You Will Ever Attend

Last year on Valentine’s Day, we were taking in the Paris views from high up in the Eiffel Tower, with two babes baking in my belly. It was pretty hard to top.

But this year, we spent the holiday having an entirely different kind of travel experience that was much less far flung, but also in some ways much more exotic. Aviation fans and general travelphiles: You’re going to want to check this one out.

Our date was to — wait for it — the Pan Am Experience, a 1970s aviation-theme dinner party set in a 747. Read more…

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St. Regis Punta Mita

To Bebe or Not to Bebe? First Flight After Twins Sparks Family Debate

Tickets booked: We’re off again!

This time, it’s another significant milestone for us. It will be our first flight as a couple, away from babies, since the twins were born.

Yes, both David and I have traveled for work separately. And we’ve traveled together by car, too. But this time we’re busting the passports out of the safe — along with my wedding rings that finally fit again after a year, hooray! — and winging away to Mexico next month.

When I snagged our tickets, I did so knowing that it left us options. For a zillion reasons I hardly need to illuminate here, this wouldn’t be some big adventure travel blowout, or anything with a 15-hour time zone difference. No, this would be a luxurious, relaxing beach vacay of the highest order, in relatively close proximity. Our flights to Puerta Vallarta with plans to head to the amenity-filled St. Regis Punta Mita (pictured above) would leave our options open: We could figure out later whether or not to bring the wee babes, and the vacay could equally well accommodate either choice. Read more…

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Winner! Here’s the Best Baby Carrier for Travel (From a Twin Babywearing Skeptic)

Of all the variances between expectation and reality so far in motherhood, babywearing twins has to top the list.

I am literally laughing at myself (not with myself) when I recall the visions I had about how this would go: I’d just “pop” one baby on the front and one baby on the back and we’d breezily hit the hiking trails or the beach or the farmers’ market. I’d done research on the best baby carrier for twins (front-to-back Ergobaby, evidently) and the best baby carrier for travel, and of all the things I’d be learning in my new role as a mom, surely this did not seem like one of the harder ones.

And then reality intervened. The babies were just a few weeks old, and Jordan was colicky and screaming, and I had the idea that we could just “pop” them on and go for some kind of a soothing walk. Picture us unfurling the folded Ergobaby manuals with cartoonish exaggeration, and then following up in desperation with YouTube how-to videos, ridiculously insincere in their jaunty tone. That’s when David said, “This is a BAD idea!” with such tragic defeat in his voice that is became a family in-joke, a shorthand for every idea I had that sounded fun and festive on the face of it (“Let’s take the babes for dinner at the Grove on the Saturday before Christmas!”) but ended in failure and tears.

The infant inserts made everything more complicated to boot, with the babies so fragile and bendy seeming. But even months into their little lives, and many attempts later, the Ergos just seemed so cumbersome. It’s supposed to be a one-person operation, but I could never seem to get every strap in place without backup, and I literally poured sweat with fear that my ineptitude would result in a baby on the floor instead of tucked quaintly, serenely in place. No part of twin babywearing turned out to be the breezy, streamlined method of soothing and bonding I had in mind.

In addition to the Ergobaby carriers we got as generous registry gifts, I also picked up hand-me-downs from my sister in the form of a ring sling (which I wanted to love, because it was called Maya Wrap), and a Moby Wrap. But nothing seemed intuitive, and I never managed to get past YouTube tutorial stage.

Here’s where I say that you may (as you no doubt already have) feel free to roll your eyes at me in the privacy of your laptop if babywearing came naturally to you, and you think I sound ridiculous. That may be the case. I’m far from a babywearing expert — uh, that much should be obvious — but I can only tell you honestly that for me, there were physical obstacles that led to serious mental obstacles when it came to babywearing. And it was all bumming me out, and dashing those pre-baby visions of an active lifestyle motivated by fun and not fear.

But I wasn’t willing to give up yet. Read more…

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First trip away as a couple: Palm Springs

First Trip Away as a Couple: Grown-Folks Fun Without the Twins in Palm Springs

When is a little road trip to Palm Springs more than a little road trip to Palm Springs? When it’s your first trip away as a couple from five-month-old twins.

We’re just back from a couple of nights in the desert that felt entirely new, although we have been there so many dozens of times, and I’ve written about it here extensively. It was such a special and wonderful treat, so meaningful and important in so many ways, to have this first trip away as a couple from the babes. Read more…

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6 Spectacular Places to Travel in Africa Before You Die (With Jaw-Dropping Photos!)

I’m feeling very inspired this morning, with wanderlust dribbling down my chin like so much infant twin drool. That’s because I have a guest poster with the most stunning stories to tell: (In addition to being my dear friend and fashion inspiration for 20 years,) Starla Estrada is the Africa travel expert for GeoEx. As such, she has journeyed through 17 African countries — on foot, 4×4 vehicles, quad bikes, kayak, canoe, hot air balloon, helicopter, and any number of small aircraft. (Can I have your life? Kthxbye.)

Here, Starla provides her bucket list inspiration for places to travel in Africa before you die — it’s the first in a two-part series on Africa travel from the total insider, with photos that will make you drool. Without further ado:

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Travel Without Baby: The First Night I Spent Away From My Twins Was Not How I Thought it Would Be

I’m not going to lie. I thought I’d feel like the cat who ate the canary on the first night I spent away from my infant twins. But, like every other part of parenting, the reality was much more complex.

I’d had a short business trip to Las Vegas on my October calendar since even before my twins were born in July, and of course many times I wondered whether it would be logistically possible to leave them for two nights just as they turned 12 weeks old. But, with a lot of help lined up for my husband in my absence, we were making it happen. Read more…

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7 Travel Feeds to Follow on Instagram Right Now

Instagram is my special, sacred place on social media. Unlike the cacophony that is my Twitter feed, for instance, my Instagram feed is a highly curated mix of about 150 posters whose every image I want to savor. They are almost entirely individuals, with a only a couple of brands mixed in, and my feed is tightly enough edited that I don’t miss anything. My favorite topics include nail art, vegan food, cats (obviously, hello), Los Angeles lifestyle, events — and most of all travel.

Behold my personal and completely unscientific sampling of some of the best travel photographers on Instagram, and one wanderlust-inspiring brand too: Read more…

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World’s Best Awards (Homebody in Motion Edition)

The gears are turning again.

It’s been several months since I’ve even been on a plane — not since I got too pregnant to fly (after a pretty impressive run of second-trimester babymoons). But hubby and I have had some solid powwows on where our next travels will take us (the planning powwows are some of my favorite parts) (they’re all my favorite parts), with or without twins. And I’m feeling quite inspired.

In that spirit — and in my travel downtime over these weeks with new babies — I’ve been savoring the reruns in my head of some of my most favorite places on earth. And having collected them into a neat little mental box tied with a big, pretty bow, I’d like to present my own personal World’s Best Awards here for you too… like a stack of very loving postcards from so many life-alteringly magical memories. Read more…

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A Luxe Babymoon Staycation (Or Combatting the Summer Pregnancy Symptom Known as FOMO)

I often hear people talk about how awful it was for them, or must be for me, to be heavily pregnant in the summertime. And I generally disagree wholeheartedly—it’s been mostly fine! But there is one majorly uncomfortable issue with being pregnant in these hot months, and it’s not the heat. Here’s the real reason why summertime pregnancy is tough: FOMO.

Given I’m carrying twins—and big ones at that, about six pounds each (!!) at last measure—I outgrew maternity jeans weeks ago, and closed-toed shoes on my swollen dogs sound like torture. So, thanks especially to my wardrobe of flow-y caftans and maxi dresses from the likes of Rachel Pally and T Bags, being pregnant in the summer suits me just fine (notwithstanding that three-week period when our home AC decided to poop out, because: Murphy’s Law).

But there’s this: Summer is my jam. My husband has always said I have a solar battery, and I get totally charged when things heat up. I want to be everywhere, every weekend: somewhere far flung out of town, somewhere fab within driving range, or at the beach or hiking right here in L.A.

Now that I’m close to 36 weeks pregnant and using a motorized cart just to get around Target, aint none of that happening.

My best friends all planned a camping/July 4 party weekend in Northern California, and I gulped with—what was it? Envy? Longing? (Maybe acid reflux.) It would be the first time, pretty much ever, that I’d miss out on a trip like that. I even sort of half considered, “Well, maybe…” and then I’d remembered that these days I cannot actually turn over in bed without David’s help, or make it to the bathroom at night without using multiple pieces of furniture as crutches, or that I could go into labor any day. So even relentlessly, mercilessly festive me had to admit it was time to wave the white flag on that idea.

But! We had a plan. Read more…

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Big Island Babymoon Part Deux: Black Sand, Volcanoes, Waterfalls (and Seriously Spicy Thai)

One of the very best things about travel is seeing something you’ve never seen before. How many times in our adult lives do we really get to do that on a given day? (That’s one reason David and I have a strict no-repeating-country-stamps-in-the-same-passport policy.*)

Still, the lure of a perfect beach is a tough thing for me to resist, and so, if left to my own devices I might never have pulled myself away from the Big Island of Hawaii’s Kona coast, were it not for the hospitality of the Volcano Village Lodge up near Volcanoes National Park, which hosted us for two nights of our last and final (?!) babymoon.

After dragging ourselves away from the Four Seasons Hualalai‘s spectacular pools and beaches, we set off for the drive to the lodge, without knowing much of what we’d find. Although we were told to plan for about three and a half hours, we easily made the drive in under two and a half. (I kind of love how Hawaiians give you estimates based on island time — I feel like in L.A., we’d say instead, in a moment of desperate wishful thinking, “Leave an hour if there’s no traffic,” and then it would take you that long just to execute your first left turn.) Read more…

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