My SanFran Weekend | 2 ENJOYABLE MOMENTS IN THIS CALIFORNIA TOWN

Galeotti | project: CLEAN FOOD

Who flies 2,572 miles and 6 hours for the weekend? Well, apparently I did. And all for the sake of life enjoyment. I didn't need a better reason. And naturally, I ended up eating great food, staring at great art (as seen above), and soaking up the sweetness in the air and in the people of San Francisco. I landed in Pacific Heights (courtesy of Airbnb): a very lovely and residential area dominated by grand homes, great coffee, eclectic foods, beautiful families, great boutique shopping, and enough power workouts and yoga to keep your body tight. And if the workout classes are not enough for you, you can always brave walking up and down the rolling hills embedded in the city streets. The temperature was always quite cool this time of the year. It's definitely autumn, but it was so nice. Some days I went out without a jacket, and some days I did. In this way, it did remind of me of New York during the Fall. But there was something about SanFran that I immediately fell in love with. Maybe it was the yoga. Maybe it was the chill vibe. Maybe it was the subtle, but notably chic energy of the people. Maybe it was the arty scene. Or maybe because it reminded me of "a New York City", yet outside of New York City. Whatever it was, it called my name and demanded the energy of exploration into this amazing city. I was ready to travel deeper. Much deeper.

The Seductive Fix | WHY A LITTLE COFFEE CAN DO THE BODY GOOD

By Dominick H.

It's #NationalCoffeeDay, which has us thinking about this national obsession of ours. Coffee in its purest form is a bean said to have Ethiopian origins dating back to the days of the ancient civilization in Africa. The stories are often told of farmers witnessing their goats eating the beans and becoming excited from the affects of the coffee bean (hence the the transition to human consumption) Some of us are proud of our "cup'a joe".  Some of us feel overly bad for craving it: let alone drinking it. Some of us have way too much of it. But everyone could use a little bit of it.  

La Dolce Vita | FOUR THINGS I LEARNED IN ITALY THAT CHANGED MY LIFE FOREVER (10lbs later)

After the long flight and a blissful tussle through airport security and customs, we finally arrived in Italy's largest city: Milan. We didn't plan for a Milan visit and stay this time around. So we immediately jumped into the hustle and bustle of the mass transit taking a shuttle bus to Milan's main station. Then off and on to the ever so beautiful--and comfortable--Frecciarossa: Italy's high-speed rail, and now our preferred choice of travel. Whew. We made it that far. My trusty side-kick Katie is quite fluent in Italian and made the craziness of traveling and moving about much easier than it would've been were it just little ol' me and my American accent: my smile only gets but so far. An hour and a half later, we arrive in birthplace of the Italian Renaissance and fashion capital of the world, Florence.  We will spend more time here in Florence later in the trip, but for now the rolling hills of Northern Tuscany were calling us. A family friend swooped us up and we hedged forward to our final destination: the beautiful mountain town of Covigliaio.  Almost on the verge of carsickness because of the twists and turns up and down the mountains, we finally arrived at our final destination to the sweet sounds of "Ciao. Ciao. Ciao Katie. Ciao Domenico".