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Airports, Planes and Clothes

 

The flight is part of the fun no matter the destination I fly to. Just like getting dressed is. Oh, going to the coffee shop near by? Let’s see what would make me have more fun to and in the coffee shop.

I once went to pick up a friend at the airport dressed in pyjamas. It was winter, I was wearing a head-to-toe puffer jacket and few could have guessed, let alone got any hint of the party I was – dreamily – having on my own. Literally. The comfort of having had a bubble bath, put a moisturiser on, got into pyjamas, into jacket, into car, listened to music and sang along on the way to the airport is just another way to party to me. It was at night and it was winter.

It is, nevertheless, true that I, sometimes, put on the high-waisted, (g)old blue jeans, a white t-shirt, the favourite-of-the-hour pair of shoes and feel like ready for the party in the club. I just let the hair, perfume and nails do the trick.

The little things… They are never little.

The flight to Bali was the party before the party called Bali. I knew I wanted to have on not only comfortable – obviously – clothes, but also clothes that inject some sort of fun into the party I was about to have on my own whilst everyone on the plane would have been sleeping. Clothes that are close to myself just as a pyjama is.

You could wear the grey dress; I wore it on long flights and it’s fabulously comfortable (I was about to sleep in it at some point after all), mom told me. Oh right, I told myself, I feel pretty party in it. It is the dress that seems to fly places all over the world and a dress I share with mom. I can see her doing the straight face, though, and she can always see me doing the grinning face. She was the one to bring it up, after all.

It was too cold to fly on a Qatar flight in flip-flops, so I put my white Golden Goose on; they always feel like barefoot. Flip-flops and sneakers were the only two shoes options on my trip anyway, yay! Cold and fun were the two words that guided me to make up the combo I transformed from one look into another depending on the temperature and mood.

I found the perfect pair of grey leggings, but it has to be ordered online from far away; until then, however, the grey leggings bought on the day before the flight from Zara Kids (adults seem not want/need grey, simple leggings anymore; I’d been looking everywhere) did the work. The leggings were soft, grey (duh!), almost just as the ones about to be ordered. Grey? To naturally blend into the combo. I’ve always somehow liked grey leggings. A certain type of grey.

They’re made from a very fine cottony mix and they don’t just blend in with the dress through airports and planes, but also with the sweater I feel like home in no matter where. Home, party, same. It is All Saints and was purchased on a holiday at my brother’s. I wear it with love and, most of the times, wear it just out of love. It’s not only made from an interesting type of cotton, but it’s also a special shade of dark blue and it has a cut that is not unraveled from the start, but once disclosed loved forever. It is that type of thing.

Just like the coloured hearts around my neck are. Or the watch – Optimef – made by dear friends of mine, with its limited – Summer Well – edition strap which, that from the moment it touched my hand, it and I, we both knew it is coming with me to Bali. I am still gravitating outfits around it.

I left home wearing the dress and sneakers.

On the first plane, the leggings got underneath and the sweater on top of the dress; we only flew for 5 hours and got to Doha where someone was waiting for us. The bronze Untitled Lamp Bear, by the Swiss artist Urs Fischer.

On the second plane, I took off the dress from under the sweater and stayed in leggings and sweater. Mmm… We flew for about 11 hours.

Just before landing in Bali, the dress had got under the sweater again only before the sweater went to sleep into the backpack with the leggings. Awwm.

The way back was the same. Airports, planes and clothes.

You know that feeling you get after vacation when you’re just so happy to get back to reality? Me neither.

Chanel & Gisele

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We are barely over the Met Gala fuss and muss, that we wake up on the 4th of May and boom! The Instagram goes crazy with the launch of Chanel Cruise 2016 collection and Gisele is nonchalantly saying “‘morning!” from every fashion magazine’s account, casually wearing a red Chanel dress, a timeless Chanel bag and Chanel flat sandals and, obviamente (obviously in Portuguese, the native language of the Brazilian model), sexy smiling from, from, from… Drums… Cuba.

Oh, and that béret.

Yes, Cuba, whilst it seems like everywhere on the planet it just keeps on raining. And we love rain. And vacation. Just as much.

Now.

Close your eyes. I am closing mine. I can type with eyes closed. Ok, I’m closing them. So. As I was saying. I just woke up. You did, too. And you still lay in bed, watching the ocean over your super comfy bed and, no tv on, no phone in the proximity, you hear the waves. And then you
stretch. You slept so well and you are going to have a super day.

Oh, the vacation drill.

Slowly you stand up, not yawning (that’s not so sexy in the morning), but strolling to the bar and no, not having the Mojito (nor the Cuba Libre, nor the Daiquiri, nor the Pina Colada), but a
lemonade. The breeze enters the room. Behind the bar is the love of your life.

I know, the romance, the drama.

You smile, you hug, you kiss. You know. Ok, I’m on the beach. You still at the hotel. Roar. But come, they have watermelons here and the sun wants your skin.

I’ll be in the waves.

Time flies when having fun, hurry up! Chanel is throwing this massive show in the streets. They are dropping their Cruise 2016 collection.

What?

Yes! Here, in Havana. Gisele is invited, Oh, here she comes.

Olá!

Beijos!

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I, afterwards, liked the picture. Duh.

Surfboard, Surfboard

 

And my hair was at home, at last.

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This was supposed to be the holiday that wouldn’t have got on OZ. Just in OZ. You must know the drill up until now if you’ve become one of us, from our own OZ. Aw. You know what I mean and I am blushing now.

Moving on, I was very sure of our time being spent solely on the beach, no internet, no job (but when you love what you do, it doesn’t feel like work, it’s fun, uh). With books and magazines (which were a third of the suitcase, you don’t want to know just how many of them got to actually be read, I don’t either) and sunscreen.

“And wind!!!”, he would say after becoming the straight face emoji. And I’d be like:

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Yet again, it is an island. And there’s something about the idea of an island. So imagine my surprise when we went on an island which is only an island during winter (when water level is high enough) and a tiny peninsula of an island (Rodos, our base now) in summer. So we went to this peninsula of Rodos called Prasonisi. And then, this came along. The pictures, the drill.

the Aegean on the right, the Mediterranean on the left

The Aegean on the right, the Mediterranean on the left

the Aegean on the right, the Mediterranean on the left

The Aegean on the right, the Mediterranean on the left

“And the home of wind!”, he would say. And I’d be like “Let’s staaay!”. And he’d be like “Okaaay…”. And I’d be like “Oh yaaay!”.

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Fun fact: as you arrive, you have the Aegean Sea on the right with big waves and professional surfers and the Mediterranean Sea on the left with flatter water and beginner surfers. We were none, but will be some (praying emoji). Well, my hair is a pro surfer.

Prasonisi is good for wind and kitesurfing. Still surfing. Surfboard, surfboard.

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You know the birdwatching watching? We did the surfwatching watching.

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No phones, no books, no music (!!!), nothing. Just the sun, the sea, the cool crowd and the trailers. Because yes, you can come and camp here. Aaaa!

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This feeling of freedom here...

This feeling of freedom here…

“That is if you absolutely love the wind!”. Truth is, when we left Prasonisi, I felt like something was missing. It wasn’t just about that freedom feeling. It was the wind.

“Finally!”.

“But there’s something in the wind, too…”.

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Don’t forget your eyes, your camera. Make pictures with them both. Let your mind flow. Oh, oh.

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Jon Snow was my date in Pompeii. Yay!

 

Jon Snow is alive. I saw him in Pompeii while sightseeing, a few days ago, with my family. We were all here (near Napoli, that is) for the wedding of my dear cousin, Iulia. Italian wedding. Uh, uh! Jon is coming, too. Told you he’s not dead.

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There is the movie and you bet I saw it. Jon stars in “Pompeii” and no matter my let’s say appreciation for him, the movie is crap did no justice to him. To Jon. And who cared about the story? It was about him all along and I thought the city disappeared anyway so Pompeii would have never come up as a destination to my mind anyway. It wouldn’t have been like “Aww Pompeii“. Nope. It’d have been like “Aww Jon Snow”.

Even when I was an hour apart from the city of Pompeii, I still wanted to go to Capri, not to Pompeii. You see? Life. Jon has not for a moment crossed my mind then, but he sure crossed mind later on. Aw!

Say pizza!

Say pizza!

The place turned out to be not like in the movie. It is actually a city. Duh.

It was just my family and I on a cruel, cruel summer day. And we were sightseeing. Quite a sight, I’m telling you. The shadow was our best guide for the day. To me, though? Nothing could have ruined the party in my soul: my parents and brother altogether sightseeing again? Just like old, gold times. You kidding me? It could have rained or even snowed, I didn’t care. The Vezuvio itself could have erupted. I didn’t care.

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Cosa nostra

Vezuvio is the volcano that destroyed the city of Pompeii nearly 2000 years ago. “Or so they say”, my mom would say. Still, it is one of the most dangerous volcanoes in the world because of the population of 3 mill people living nearby and its tendency towards exploding. But you know, who caaared? #almostfirstwarworldproblems

We didn’t get to actually climb the volcano (because you can do this on a tour bus), but we did visit the remains of the city of Pompeii in the middle of nowadays Pompeii. It pretty much looked like the movie set.

Jon was there. So yes, movie. So yes, set.

Tip: don’t make a trip out of Pompeii solely. Make it into a road trip to the South of Italy. Or a wedding. Or to meet Jon Snow. That is as likely possible as it is snowing in Pompeii. Or Napoli, for that matter.

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Cathedral of Pompeii

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Street in Pompeii

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Police station in Pompeii

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Street view

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Smth

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Houses in Pompeii

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The ruins on the left

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Walking hand in hand

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Ruins of Pompeii

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At the entrance in the ruins

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Museum

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Inside the museum

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Movie set

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Small shadows

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Coffee?

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Hide & seek

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View in the ruins

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Hey

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There you are!

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This light on the streets of Pompeii

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These colours

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These trees all over the South of Italy are to fall in love with.

Capri island. Capri pants. Capri stories.

 

This is my postcard from Capri. Hand made. I am working on it as I write this from the beach we just landed on after jumping off the boat that draw Capri in our minds and into our pictures through our hearts and now straight to your desktops.

It all (the phrase) started so romantic and ended up in technology, I know. Ayo technology.

Si!

Si!

We got early in the morning – Monday morning that is and I am dancing on the inside right now to Sorento to get the ferry either to Capri or to Positano. Obviously, we went to Capri. Hence the title, the pictures, duh. The clouds did, too, to make it all more special.

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Sorrento

Capri is the most famous chic Italian island. Taking the boat and going around it is even chicer. My family and I are here, in the Province of Napoli, for the wedding of a cousin of mine. And for the trip, not just the destination. So Capri it is.

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No caption needed. Well, needed. Marina Grande. The main port on the island. A piece of it.

You know the saying “This is so Capri!”? You don’t?! Maybe because there isn’t one. But it could be. First things first and when I say this I mean food and when I say this I mean pizza. We are in Italia, mio Dio!, and the pizza we ate a few hours ago was molto buono. And it had a lot of tomato buono sauce, unlike here. And we are in Italia, mein Gott! The place called Peppino is very near to the port and assolutamente tutto was delizioso (pizza, fish, lasagna).

I am taking up Italian, pronto!

It’s like Tourette or smth. O qualcosa! Flamenco dancing emoji.

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Before the “mangiare” we arranged for a private boat to take us on a tour around the island. Little did we know then.

Buongiorno a tutti!

Buongiorno a tutti!

About the driver, Giovani, and about the island. They both took us by surprise as the most popular man on Capri, apparently, took us with his boat around one of the most popular islands in the world. The pictures will speak for themselves and the captions are below to translate.

No muss no fuss.

No muss no fuss.

I will tell you one thing, though. Or two. Alike Giovanni who kept on pointing our shoulders with his fingers, if we weren’t paying attention). Capri is wealthy, in one word. Ricco. In deep-blue and very-dark-blue waters, in wild yet-very-nit-somehow vegetation, in gorgeous higher-than-expected rocks, in beautiful belonging-to-famous-people houses and most important of them all, in stories. They are so many that you must go there, take Giovani and his boat, untie your hair, let the drops of the water splashed by the boat (uh!) touch your face, widely open your eyes and dream. Because you know what they say: “Those who dream by day are cognisant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.” This is a real saying by Edgar Allan Poe.

Our storyteller for the day.

Our storyteller for the day. Giovanni.

Up there! Look! It's the symbol of youth in Capri. Forever young.

Up there! Look! It’s the symbol of youth in Capri. Forever young.

It's the Virgin Madonna naturally made by nature up there.

It’s the Virgin Madonna naturally made by nature up there. You can not really see it here. You have to go there.

This rock is THE rock of Capri.

This rock is THE rock of Capri. She must rock or smth.

Guess what!!! When passing through the arch you must make make a wiiiiish! Go there, I'm telling you.

Guess what! When passing through the arch you must make make a wiiiiish! Do it.

And so I did.

And so I did.

You know... Cruising.

You know… Cruising.

Mhm...

Mhm.

Can you see the elephant up there?

Can you see the elephant up there?

A lot of famous haouses of famous people. Dom Perignon. Swarovski. Ferrari. Mussolini.

A lot of famous houses of famous people. Dom Perignon. Swarovski. Ferrari. Mussolini.

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Told you.

Grotta Azzurra. A dark cavern where the sea glows electric blue, the result of sunlight passing through an underwater cave.

Grotta Azzurra. A dark cavern where the sea glows electric blue, the result of sunlight passing through an underwater cave.

Taxi pls.

Taxi pls.

And be careful what you wish for. I am not just being metaphorical here.

If you want to go Capri to go to the beach every day, it won’t be that of a vacation since the beaches are tiny (therefore crowded) and rocky. If you want to go to Capri and just be romantic then you go to Capri. If you are into stories, go to Capri.

This was the front of the postcard and here comes the back of it:

Capri pants were really popular in the late ’50s and ’60s.

Grace Kelly was among the first movie stars to wear Capri pants on Capri.

Grace Kelly was among the first movie stars to wear capri pants on Capri.

Brigitte Bardot in Capri pants.

Brigitte Bardot in capri pants.

Grace Kelly in Capri pants.

Audrey Hepburn in capri pants.

Marilyn Monroe in Capri pants.

Marilyn Monroe in capri pants.

Mary Tyler Moore from The Dick Van Dyke Show (the '60s tv series) was the first ever to cause the Capri pants fashion sensation.

Mary Tyler Moore from The Dick Van Dyke Show (the ’60s tv series) was the first ever to cause the capri pants fashion sensation.

But before this, we went to Pompeii. With John Snow. 

Bacci!

Written by Cristina Pavelescu

Tell me a story. A story you can’t tell.

 

You know when you want to tell someone a story, but actually all you wish for is magically do the wand thing and have that someone – who I am telling the story to – witnessing it all? I don’t know how you are, but I am about a lot of hands moving, head nodding, goofy facing and onomatopoeic sounding.

These animals lovers. Still, no matter how good you are at using commas and question marks, a word (or 500) would never do the trick and teleport that someone in the middle of it.

In the middle of what?

The best things. The ones you didn’t catch on your iPhone. Or couldn’t anyway. One can only remember and smile. Ha! I bet you are smiling now. Ha. Now you are, for sure and that is the shit, ma friend!

These things (some can’t be told, others are waiting to be written, watch out!) got me here in OZ. In Paris. And now in Zabola, our destination. Usually it is about the journey (we stopped in Sinaia, at the Peles Castle), not the destination, I know. But sometimes, it’s the destination that makes you wonder (and wander) or loose yourself. In your own thoughts. That gets your eyes fixed into a point and the point is holding to your eyes and your eyes like it. It makes you fly away, fall into the deep and all that creep.

It’s the love, it’s the life, it’s the “best things” from above.

I just love a dress, a jeans oversized jacket and sneakers

I just love a dress, a jeans oversized jacket and sneakers. You don’t?

Sometimes you can meet someone and you know.

Sometimes you meet someone and you know.

Peles Castle, SInaia, Romania

Peles Castle, SInaia, Romania.

colors in SInaia, Peles Castle

Colors in Sinaia, Peles Castle.

most funny granny in Sinaia, Romania

Most funny granny in Sinaia, Romania.

and then we got to this! This!

And then we got to this! Zabola, Romania.

colors at Zabola

Colors at Zabola.

colors at Zabola

Details at Zabola.

light at Zabola

Light at Zabola.

bathroom w a view at Zabola

Bathroom w a view at Zabola.

hmm... if only u were there...

The air.

and here...

The fire.

and yet another day began...

Off we go o o

flying to Lacul Sfanta Ana

And fly. To Lake Sfanta Ana.

This is it! Lacul Sfanta Ana, the only volcanic lake in Romania.

This is it! Lacul Sfanta Ana, the only volcanic lake in Romania.

Volcano doesn't sound so bad!

Volcano doesn’t sound so bad!

Strike a pose. Vogue, Vogue.

Strike a pose.

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Come, come!

If I lay here…

Staying up late in the night. Under the stars. Literally. Thank you, cheries!

Staying up late in the night. Under the stars. Literally. Love you, beautiful people!

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Talking about the Universe.

The universe, you say?

The universe, you say?

the universe is magic!

The universe is magic!

You don't think about it and then it just happens. That's the s*it!

You don’t think about it and then it just happens. That’s le s*it!

That’s le magic!

The way you make me feel. It is one of those "best things".

However, the things you can’t tell are the greatest and a smile is worth a 1000 words sometimes.

If only a smile could talk. Ah, these words lovers!

 

by Cristina Pavelescu

Super sipping in Berlin. As in getting dressed. Or undressed (3)

I know, this was long (1, 2 and 3). But Berlin is “long”. And this was, actually, short. Fyi.
A! And speaking of “fyi”. Do not ever, EVER, pack your stuff while it is summer in your city and expect to find summer everywhere, because you won’t! I ended up wearing my bf’s jeans when my feet froze wearing dresses and slippers.

Plenty of coffee shops. Super cool coffee shops, that is. “West Berlin”, “Five Elephant”, “The Barn”are just a few.

Shopping? Plenty! KaDeWe is the biggest department store in whole Europe. Mall of Berlin is just around the corner. And Lafayette, well, is Lafayette. Boutiques in Mitte are hip. And cool. Mitte is very cool.

Another excuse for us to go to Berlin? Photo booth pictures, go to museums, go waste ourselves (I am kidding, mom!) in super cool clubs.

PS: Should I change the titles into “Cool”. Just “Cool”? Yeah, that would be cool. But I won’t. Yet, Berlin is supa dupa cool!

ride my bicycle

ride my bicycle

walk walk

walk walk

oh uhm

oh uhm

love columns

love columns

pose!

pose!

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this light

this light

west berlin

west berlin

he likes my cheesecake

he likes my cheesecake

people and stairs

people and stairs

lafayette

lafayette

traffic jam pf

traffic jam pf

we walked alright

we walked alright

sony centre

sony centre

sony centre

sony centre

nice window

nice window

almost there

almost there

girls

girls

hm!

hm!

pose

pose

tourist pose

tourist pose

berlin

berlin

I tried to show u my house

I tried to show u my house

green chill

green chill

sit and play

sit and play

oh hi!

oh hi!

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oh coluuuumns

oh coluuuumns

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Super sipping in Berlin. As in eating in Berlin (1)

This is the title I came up with while straining every piece of my body when sipping a cocktail in a super cool and secret (super secret) “speak easy” cocktail bar in Berlin.

You know what that means? I didn’t. I know. And I so love firsts, but that’s another story.

Since this is not your typical touristic guide (“It’s not?”, “Nope!”), you won’t find the historical meaning of it all. That you can read on the Internet, actually listen into the headphones while on the Sightseeing double-deck or learned at school while actually paying attention during your History classes. Yup!

In here, we’ll go raw right to the heart of Berlin.

Best stay? The Westin Grand Berlin right on the Friedrichstraße, one of my favourite streets in Berlin. Wide, nit, grandiose. Yet cool, relaxed, fun. You know The Grand Budapest Hotel, the movie? Well, watch it. And find pictures below.

Food. Now you’re talking! Now check this out. Anywhere we wanted a table outside (which is everywhere) we were told of the rule. Uuh rules. Yes. “Sure! You find a chair and it’s yours.” Oh, and they don’t make reservations outside. And you literally go and sit. And eat. Oh, and you eat!

First there’s “The Bird” where the burgers are very (very, very) good. And the bathroom is hip. And the menu is cool. And the people are nice. This is all over the place. Nice, nice! Pictures below.

Then there’s “Due Forni” where the Italian is Italian right from the entrance where the chaos is chaotic, but in that Italian, so “vero” and “bello” way. The mood is Mediterranean easy-breezy and the food is, well, Italian. Duh. But in that “dolce” way. But only it wasn’t sweet. Nor did they wanted to give me pizza sauce. As in not ketchup, hello! That oh-so-delicious tomatoes sauce… Pictures below. Pictures with no pizza sauce, that is!

And “Shiso Burger”. Yes, burger. Again. I am on a detox something now. No, I am not, but I should be. Will be! Haha. Anyway, these were worth it since they were Asian Fusion, Fo Shiso Ma Niso! Yu-uh-um! You must get the Wagyu burger. Pictures below.

The light in the morning in Berlin is so nice. When walking to breakfast is so nice. Walking in Berlin is so nice. Full stop. “The Chipps” did the trick along with the location, design, people, coolness. Yet, again, yes! All these. And a bit of  extra vinegar. Watch out if you’re into Benedicts. Pictures below.

Now that we’re done with the food, we can go to bed. Jees, kidding. So!

Follow your heart. Jk. Follow Part 2. Follow Part 3.

Welcome to The Westin Grand Berlin!

Welcome to The Westin Grand Berlin!

Oh, hey u again

Oh, hey u again

The birds at "The Chipps". Lotsa birds here.

The birds at “The Chipps”. Lotsa birds here.

The Benedicts I was talking about.

The Benedicts I was talking about.

A little to much vinegar in the Benedicts.

A little to much vinegar in the Benedicts.

Read above.

Read above.

Before breakfast at "The Chipps". Yu-huh-um!

Before breakfast at “The Chipps”. Yu-huh-um!

Cheers from "The Bird"! Just touched down in Berlin.

Cheers from “The Bird”! Just touched down in Berlin.

"The Bird" Cheddar Cheese Burger.

“The Bird” Cheddar Cheese Burger.

Word! At "The Bird".

Word! At “The Bird”.

The guy's eye in my beer. Sip them.

The guy’s eye in my beer. Sip them.

Loose yourself in Westin Grand Berlin.

Loose yourself in Westin Grand Berlin.

Walking to breakfast saw this beautiful apartments.

Walking to breakfast saw this beautiful apartments.

"Due Forni". Due, see? No pizza sauce!!!

“Due Forni”. Due, see? No pizza sauce!!!

"Due Forni". Due, see? No pizza sauce!!!

“Due Forni”. Due, see? No pizza sauce!!!

Connect, please.

Connect, please.

Shiso Burger.

Shiso Burger.

Randomly walking in Berlin.

Randomly walking in Berlin.

Yes, Dunkin Donuts!

Yes, Dunkin Donuts!

Should we go for a sip of smth before?

Should we go for a sip of smth before?

Going ouuuut!

Going ouuuut!