Wear With Alicia

After my trip to Jefferson, Texas, I rediscovered my love of thrifting and by this point it’s steamrolled into a big obsession. Originally when I started traveling, I gave up a lot of my shopping because I had to redistribute my money. So when the bargain hunting at thrift stores came back into my life… it maybe completely took over. Haha!

Besides it being a current obsession, I was looking for a way to share more of my “regular day life” to show I’m not just non-stop traveling. (I wish!) I love taking pictures, obviously, but taking a picture of an item of clothing isn’t very fun, so I started making videos of my thrift journeys. I kept getting asked how I thrift and what I found, so deciding to share in a video format on Instagram has been surprisingly fun. Though I’ll admit, I’m still a bit awkward in front of the camera!

I’ve previously shared some of my go-to thrifting tips (Inspired to Thrift) but I want to share why I thrift. Definitely to save money of course, but also because I get sick of my closet quickly and this way I can afford more of a “revolving” clothing option. Not only that, but recycling clothes in this way is good for the earth! We throw away so many clothes all the time, and because companies are able to make clothes cheaper than ever before, more and more are coming out in stores. We are a society that has a big trash problem.

Part of this recycling of clothes that thrifting allows means I can give away old clothes to friends, sell, or donate. I never throw something away if I can help it. I’ll even repair clothes past their prime in some cases, especially because if it’s starting to show wear, I clearly love it – haha!

So I’m going to start doing regular videos of my thrifting adventures, which can be found on my Instagram (either in my story or on IGTV). Every time I go, there’s always something new to see! I hope you enjoy them and go ahead and send me questions you may have about thrifting tips or why you love/hate thriting.

My initial video is up and an “intro” video is coming later today! So far these thrifting videos have been a fun side project, so I hope you enjoy.

Another Country in Your Backyard; a Few Hours in Mexico

With only a few more National Park sites left to visit in Texas, it was time for a weekend road trip. All three sites were along the southern east edge of my home state, two being very close to my friend Jenna’s hometown. So it was a perfect time to visit the house where Jenna grew up (in the plains with big homes next to goats!)- and just over her town’s bridge you could walk to Mexico!

We left Thursday right after work and began our drive straight down the lone star state. Even though by this point I’ve driven every direction out from Dallas, it’s still crazy to me how many hours you can spend driving and still be in Texas. We made it to Weslaco after about eight hours, marking my first time in the deep south of Texas!

After what was a pretty leisurely morning sleeping in on our first day of the trip, we got up and got ready to head to another country. Jenna’s mom came with us, so we were ready to have a carefree girl’s day, but excitingly in Mexico (Nuevo Progresso to be specific)! We crossed the bridge over the Rio Grande, paid a fifty cent toll, walked by one security guard and then we were officially traveling internationally.

Immediately we were engulfed in the crowd with sidewalk shops on either side. There were a ton of booths with souvenirs, brightly colored embroidered tops, and freshly roasted nuts and candies. Even though I had just been in Mexico a couple weeks before, the vendors were different in their eagerness. Luckily, we moved fast to our first destination: getting a good, cheap piña colada.

After that, it was time to head across the packed street for pedicures. We were doing this girls day perfectly! And of course after fruity alcohol, freshly painted toenails, the last thing missing was a bit of shopping! I found some really cute and colorful woven shoes and then while Jenna’s mom was looking at festive embroidered shirts, Jenna and I bought some fun flower crowns, because why not?

We all grabbed lunch on the side of the street, next to a big outdoor grill; I had a papa asada, which is a baked potato filled with cheese – did they read my childhood diary on what I’ve always been searching for?? By this time, I was pretty hot and sweaty, so we decided it was the perfect time to head back over the border and to the nearby coast to cool off!

Crossing back into America was a bit nerve racking because, believe it or not, I hadn’t taken my passport and the guard gave me a bit of a (teasingly?) rough time. Jenna had assured me she’d never had a passport doing this bridge walk, but I had meant to bring mine just in case. It all turned out alright, and soon I was on my way to the beach in South Padre!

Almost Left in Mexico (Because of a Backpack)

If you’ve ever flown Spirit Airlines you know they charge for every little thing, including a carry-on. Because my trip to Mexico would only be 48 hours, I was sure I could fit everything I needed into a little backpack approved by the airlines as a “personal item.” What made this idea even better was that I already had a little day hike bag on order that would perfectly fit the dimensions allowed.

Of course, this bag that would be perfect for both my California and Tulum trip (back-to-back weekends) showed up exactly one day after my flight had me due back home. In a last minute scramble for a small backpack that wouldn’t be a total waste, I went for a cute cheap one that cost me only eleven bucks.

I was so proud of fitting an additional day’s swimwear and outfit in this little bag! I’m pretty good at packing light, mostly because I can plan what I will wear for every thing planned in my itinerary. Knowing what I will need and be wearing makes it a whole lot easier to pack. Then with any leftover room, I’ll throw in an “option” outfit. Plus, I’ve been doing the “army roll” packing technique since I was twelve.

Unfortunately, even though I’d planned outfits perfectly, my cheapness would come back to haunt me (doesn’t it always?) and my zipper would be giving me trouble the first hour after landing. It just wouldn’t work right with everything I’d crammed in! So after less than twenty-four hours of struggling (even though I’d perfected the departure flight), my backpack was broke and I was traveling around Mexico holding my bag flaps together.

I spent a lot of my last night in Playa del Carmen scouring souvenir shops for a bag that would fit the Spirit requirements, wasn’t too expensive (like the gorgeous embroidered leather backpacks I kept seeing but knew I was too poor for), and would be something I could keep using even after returning home. Finally, I found a cute cotton tote that would be perfect for my light grocery shopping when I made it back home. I cleaned out my bag, only had to lose one swimsuit cover-up that just wouldn’t fit, and thought all would be well on the flight back.

Unfortunately, it would be this clean-out and not the new bag that would cause me to almost be left in Mexico. Ai yi yi.

Tracy and I, both being Type A, had gotten to the airport three hours early after dropping off the rental car. We wanted no stress of rushing through the airport, dealing with any customs stuff, and finding our yet unnamed gate. Even after the unnecessary line at the “one” Spirit ticket kiosk, we still had time to explore the airport shops and have a sit-down meal at the airport Margaritaville. We were living a very relaxed airport life. Then it was time to board and right as they were asking for my boarding pass it was mentioned that I also needed the customs form that hadn’t been needed since landing in Mexico two days earlier. Even as I dumped my new bag out, I clearly remembered disposing (carefully, I might add) of that little slip of paper that hadn’t seemed at all important at the time.

I would not be allowed on the plane without it and there was only twenty or so people left to board before take off. I was freaking out. I got instructions from the flight attendant twice on where I had to go to get a replacement. Tracy handed me two 20 dollar bills quickly – because of course they would only take cash – and then I began to run through the airport. My destination was outside of security and by now it was midday so those lines were long, very long. I ran to the side where it looked to be a handicap access area and said, “I’m getting a new customs form. I’m coming right back through here.”

Without waiting for approval, I ran out to the main entrance of the Cancun Airport. I got a new customs form (thankfully I’d brought along my passport with my wallet – my bag was with Tracy back at the boarding line). And then ran back to the security checkpoint. The lines were so long it looked like it would take me at least half an hour to get through – but no, I ran back to the side line and rushed back under the handicap sign. I nodded to the woman who I’d spoken to without waiting for confirmation, threw my stuff on the conveyor belt, and ran back through the duty-free shops. At the gate, it was just Tracy and the flight attendant left, the later giving me a surprised, “Oh, you made it.” So some people don’t make it?!

After wasting more time by checking all my stuff, dangerous chemical test swabs and a pat down, they finally let me on the plane. Tracy was a trooper for waiting; I would’ve hated if she got stuck in Mexico because of me! We could somewhat laugh about it after taking our seats, but mostly my heart was still pumping and I couldn’t yet appreciate crossing a new experience off my bucket list – running through an airport.

Tequila + Tulum = No Worries

Since last minute getting my passport last year, I made it my goal to travel outside of the US at least once a year. I started getting nervous because I didn’t have an international trip planned and I think this realization spurred my sudden obsession with going to Tulum. I’d read a blog about some great places in Tulum and the more research I did, the more I saw how affordable a weekend getaway to Mexico would be!

I started asking a couple of my best friends who’d be interested in randomly heading to Mexico. Tracy, who like me usually prefers a structured plan, was down! So one Friday on a bit of a whim, we booked our round trip flight. It was the first time I’d booked flights without a real plan – it was so exciting! And then pretty much immediately terrifying. I decided this kind of trip was just what I needed. Something a little scary, a little unstructured, and a lot of fun!

By the time we were thousands of feet in the air with drinks in our hand (we had to splurge a little), we pretty much had a rental car, two nifty Airbnbs booked, and a lackadaisical list of stuff we’d like to try. For me, this weekend was all about the somewhat scary excitement for international travel but also having an easy good time.

We landed, picked up our rental car, and then it was time to drive down a Mexican highway to Tulum. After my obsessive look into different aspects of Tulum, it was hard to believe I was finally doing it! The whole time Tracy and I couldn’t believe we’d booked this random trip for a quick weekend getaway in the middle of our regularly scheduled lives.

After reaching Tulum with no hiccups, we stopped at a grocery store to pick up some tequila. We searched for a long time looking for salsa (of all things to be hard to find) and then were ready for drinks and snacks back at our home for the night. Our next task would be to find it.

There’s no real addresses in Mexico, so our Airbnb gave us a nearby intersection and one picture of the outside door. Not going to lie, it took a lot of circling around on one-way streets until finally we found it. Once there though, it was awesome! A little hidden bungalow loft in the middle of downtown Tulum nightlife.

After a drink (maybe two) we headed out to explore. We grabbed dinner and made a furry friend. Stray dogs were pretty common and very low key, just coming up and plopping nearby to where people sat. We had one sit near us while ordering drinks and having quesadillas. (In Mexico, these were actually just a small flour tortilla with some melted cheese – haha!)

We spent some time walking around, ordering more drinks, shopping the souvenir stores along the main strip, and ended up finding another restaurant with actual swings along the bar! It was so relaxing. Not having a real plan, we went back to our Airbnb, cooled down and made ourselves another drink. After hanging for a bit, wondering if we should settle in for the night we realized we could see some of the bars from our balcony and decided – heck, why not? – and headed back out for more drinks.

It was so easy-going! It was such a fun time to just walk around, try new things, listen to the live music, and chat. We ended up at a pretty cool dance bar, hoping the drinks would be enough to give us some liquid courage, but by that point we were too hot and tired. If it sounds like all we did that first night was walk around and drink – you’re exactly right.

Our first night was the perfect start to a stress-free weekend getaway!

Blogiversary: Two Sides of the Gemini

This blog is one year old today!! So I don’t truly believe in horoscopes, but sometimes it’s fun to look at them after the day has passed. I officially started this blog on this date, exactly a year ago. Before taking time to think about how far I’ve come (a lot!), I wanted to share my horoscope of that -this- day, 2017.

“A critical turning point arrives in your life today via the full moon in Pisces, dear Gemini. You need to find a better balance between your personal and your public lives.”

How funny, as a pretty private person, that day would be the one I would start sharing my journey on the internet. So why did I start a blog? Mainly because I love writing, always have. Secondly because I was excited to be actively pursuing adventure instead of just dreaming about it.

Once I started traveling and having new experiences, I realized how easy it is to do! If you make it a priority, if you chase your interests, it’ll happen. So now not only do I hold myself accountable by blogging twice weekly, I try to encourage readers to get out and and explore also! Sometimes it seems we’re just afraid to take that first step.

I’ve started my mission to collect all of the National Parks stamps – I’ll even be done with the entire Southwest Region by the end of this year!

I made it my mission to travel internationally at least once a year – after booking impromptu trips this and the previous summer to Belize and Tulum, respectively.

I made it a goal to be a tourist in my hometown, Dallas, so I could experience all the hot spots as well as find new local things to do.

I’ve prioritized hiking, by trying to make it to every trail and park in my area. I wanted to prove to myself I could find amazing nature in the backyard of a big city.

And finally, I’ve strived to say yes more and more. When a friend invites me to a sage-making class, when my dad invites me to learn a new sport – I go!

So yeah, I’ve shared a lot with all of you. On my Instagram, I try to post daily to keep myself active in adventure. But I’m still pretty private, and that’s good. I’m very protective of my relationship, I try not to be too obnoxious with picture-taking, and I totally understand when a friend doesn’t want to be mentioned in a blog.

I’ve learned a lot about balancing! For me that mainly means pursuing what makes me happy and being so, so grateful for everyone in my life. It would’ve been much harder on this journey alone (i.e. impossible). So thanks everyone for a fantastic, unimaginable first year!

There for the Trees, Obviously

It seems odd to be heading to the Big Lagoon in Redwood National Park, but after our morning hike we were ready for a bit of a cool down and some relaxation. I’d never been to a lagoon before, but this one just ended up looking like a little pond. I had imagined lush greenery and cool blue waters. The water was pretty cold though, so after a dip it turned into taking a nap in the grass.

It was getting late in the afternoon, so Austin, Jenna, and I headed to the showers so we could get some of the trip’s grime off us before one final hike. Yes, if you’re wondering, we would’ve liked to shower after our final hike, but since the campsites were full we would be backcountry camping in the area of the Tall Trees trail. Logistically, we were going to take it easy on our hike and try and remain comfortable for camping.

As mentioned in my previous post, you need permits to get to the Tall Trees trail and you have to drive a bit of rough road to get there. Having the code to get into this “private” area was so cool. Plus, we were finally going to spend some time with the actual redwoods! So much of Redwood Park is devoted to nature that isn’t exactly tree related. I was ready to finally walk among the tallest trees in the world!

This trail started at the top of a hill, so the trail itself had a bit of elevation and several switchbacks. But being in the trees that blocked the surrounding stuff out was amazing. I haven’t grown up with much woods in my life, so being in a huge forest with massive trees was definitely different.

Once we reached the bottom, we were in the “Tall Trees Grove” which was full of the biggest trees I’ve ever seen. We hadn’t run into hardly anyone, but now that we had hiked a couple hours we could hear campers not too far from the creek. It was lovely. However, we had not hiked down with our tent, so after some photos (of course), it was time to head back the way we’d come.

The sun was definitely setting, and we’d planned on setting up our tent in the dark, but Jenna had us on a mission to hike back up and out before all the light was gone. Even with some steep spots of elevation, we made it back up in less than an hour. We’d turned on our lights only five minutes before we were done, so we basically accomplished our goal.

Setting up camp though, seemed like a tiresome ordeal. We hadn’t had a great night’s sleep previously, we were all pretty amped from our vigorous hike, and as we were scouting for a location to set up our tent, we wondered if it was worth it. The time of sleep we’d get would be almost equivalent to how long it would take to set up and break down camp. We scrapped our plan and decided to just go ahead and get on the road while we were still wide awake.

This would prove to be kind of awful, because all the motels along our drive were completely booked or super expensive. We didn’t realize how much traffic had headed to the California coast to escape the big Carr wildfires. Plus it was summer, prime time for camping and road trips. After getting too exhausted to keep driving, we finally pulled over and grabbed a few hours sleep in our cramped car. The plus side is the sun was rising soon and we had gained more time for a stop in San Francisco!

Headed to Redwood, Seeing the NorCal Coast

My friend Austin had Alaska Airlines vouchers that he needed to use by the end of August, so it was time to make a trip back to the west coast! He’d been to Seattle and I’d been to Portland so we made a compromise and made plans to head to Redwood National Park in California. Funnily enough, our flights would take us briefly to Seattle and through some of the coastline of Oregon, giving us a bit of a win-win!

Our first stop in Seattle only provided us a three hour layover. Most people would stay at the airport, but I was not about to waste a whole half a day of vacation time sitting on a plane or in an airport. We thought we’d check out Angle Lake, which was just one stop over on the Link Light Rail. Well, first we thought we’d change the plan last minute and check out Rainier Beach because it was pretty close. Surprise, this did not work out – haha!

After leaving the residential area of Rainier Beach (couldn’t even see Mt Rainier), we got back on track to check out Angle Lake. A short walk through a little scenic neighborhood and we arrived. Unfortunately, we weren’t close to the public access, but we probably wouldn’t have gotten in anyway. It was a nice way to stretch our legs between flights and see a pretty sight. And that totally counts as a visit to Seattle, right? Yeah, probably not.

Onto another short flight to Medford, OR and it was time to pick up our car and meet up with my friend Jenna, who’d taken a different flight. The air was pretty smoky from the wildfires that were only an hour’s distance. We got our groceries and got on the road to California!

This was my second time driving toward the west coast this year, and it is just so damn beautiful. You have big fields of flowers, eerie mountains in the distance, and a wide coast with cliffs and giant rocks. Everything is in shades of blues, greens, and purples, except for when the sun comes out and then everything is cast with a soft glow. I know I’m waxing poetic over here, but I never was a huge fan of beaches until I explored the pacific northwest coastal areas.

We got to Crescent City, which is the main city in the northern section of the Redwood National Park. We stopped at a bodega for some local beer and crossed the street to the skate shop, Local Boys, because it seemed like a cool place. I love these little “adventure” towns because in the local shops you can find people who know all about the hiking and good nature spots, as well as find art and jewelry made by local artisans.

We checked into our campsite (booked in advance and the last one available), set up our tent, allowed Austin a mini panic attack when he thought he’d gotten poison ivy, and headed back out to the coast. We wanted to catch sunset before having dinner and enjoying some brews.

It wasn’t too busy for sunset on the Crescent Beach Overlook, so we enjoyed it and got some great shots. Then it was time for my favorite excuse for hiking trips – PB&J! Having not actually hiked our first day, we all got full so fast. Then we tried to enjoy our beers that was pretty hard considering everything. It’s hard to enjoy (or feel a bit of buzz from) your beer when you don’t have ice, you just ate too much, and you spend 20 minutes opening them without a bottle opener. Haha!

It got dark quicker than expected, but we hung around chatting until we had to turn on our headlamps. As always on camping trips, the sky out in the middle of nature is so awesome. You can see a billion stars and you don’t mind when it hurts from craning your neck back so long to keep staring. We got into our tent, wished no bears would bother us, and passed out ready for our full plans for the following day.