For many travelers photography plays a large part in the travel experience, but even with top of the line photography equipment and post processing software there’s no guarantee you’ll come home with the “beauty shot(s)” you were hoping for. Timing, lighting, bad weather, crowds and impatient families all factor in.
It’s the most wonderful time of the year, and for many people it’s also the busiest. Around our home we are in the midst of planning for the fast approaching holidays, school finals, a milestone birthday, and two upcoming trips. Speaking of milestones, Faraway Files is celebrating two milestones this week. Not only is this our linkup’s 100th edition, but it’s officially one year since Corey and I joined Katy, Clare and Erin to host this wonderful community of world travelers.
Welcome to this week’s edition of Faraway Files. I’ve been sightseeing quite a bit lately, but haven’t been traveling. Nope, instead we’ve been visiting destinations closer to home with a heavy focus on Southern California’s many beach cities. This week I’ll be sharing some of our favorites from LA’s closest neighbor to the north, Malibu, which stretches 21 scenic miles along the Pacific Coast Highway, and is the stuff California dreams are made of.
Always on the lookout for new LA adventures I was excited to discover a new Arts District walking tour, featuring Graffiti and BBQ, which happen to be two of my family’s favorite things. It was almost as if this tour was tailor made for our art loving barbecue eating family. The three hour tour includes an insider’s look at graffiti writing in the Downtown Los Angles Arts District, a graffiti lettering workshop, and a late lunch at Pearl’s BBQ.
Seattle, the largest city in the Pacific Northwest, is home to some of the world’s most well known companies, Starbucks, Microsoft, and Amazon to name just a few. Also famously known as the birthplace of Jimi Hendrix and Grunge, music plays a large part in the Seattle scene. Oh, and maybe it’s worth mentioning that for 26 years it was home to yours truly. Yes, I spent my formative years listening to the aforementioned grunge and stomping around town in the unofficial official uniform of the PNW: a hoodie and Doc Martens.