Travel diary: Portugal

when i was a theatre major at USC, i was in a really competitive musical theatre class with jason robert brown.  

one day during this class, my mom gave me this french 'glycolic lotion' to help brighten up the dead skin on my wintered face. (im being dramatic. this was LA...i mean what even is winter am i right socal guys) 'yeah yeah mom, i know how to apply lotion duh i got this, thanks!' that night i was so excited to give it a go. literally everything from france is amazing. next stop: brigitte bardot! i applied both the lotion and my optimism liberally, then went to bed. the next morning i was excited to see my fresh and non-dull skin greet me.  i looked in the mirror and i literally was 3rd degree burned. turns out lotion does not mean lotion. i called my mom in a panic and pretended everything was normal...'hey mom if i were to try the french lotion you gave me what time allotment would you recommend'...she was like '2 MINS MAX'...omg omg omg i literally have ruined my face...do i need to go to the hospital??

why did i mention jasons class way up there? bc. also that day i had to perform in his class that day which is tough with or without self-inflicted third degree burns. like really tough. you dont wanna blow it in front of JRB.

fast forward a bit, i sang (i think it was that one song from hair, "easy to be hard" or something...not my fave or my best)...it went ok but somewhere during my go, i casually ended up having an existential crisis so bad that jrb kindly recommended we take a walk after class to help me talk it through. ('what is performing', 'what do i want to do with my life', 'who am i'....etc.) keep in mind that i had literally blisters all over my face that are highlighted by a well-meaning concealer attempt by moi (AM I FRENCH YET) that just acted as a huge highlighter to draw to eye to the contrasting red blisters inside the white rings. so while on the walk, i was trying to really connect and open up i was simultaneously trying to hide my face...it was hard to do either fully so i just landed in the middle as a big old wierdo. it was sort of the feeling like when you are at a great dinner party and really want to settle in to eat this amazing meal with great convo but your dog has diarrhea back home so you have to keep checking the dog cam on your phone in the other room therefore you cant really focus on participating fully in either task in front of you. that literally has never happened to me but its the first thing that popped into my head and basically moral of the story was that it SUCKED. i think that was the first time i have had FOMO WHILE actually being there... 

anyway i went to portugal this month and it was literally paradise and here are photos from my time there.

additionally, I was in the algarve and here are my top tips if you go:

loule saturday market, lagos fish market before 1pm to get your fish for the day (robalo!!) so you can cook at home (baked robalo/sea bass with garlic + parsley and mashed sweet potatoes (doce batatas) and then fresh gambas or camarones for a whole wheat linguine w white wine sauce...these were some of our fave items du jour), praia do camilo in the am, burgau in general, and then warm/fresh pastel de nata from a little pasteleria in salema (before 10am)! (plus so much more...literally portugal is incredible.)

my thought of the week is: the body follows the head. 

xo, Ashley

l mean....you already know its going to be amazing when this is what you see from the airplane. 

l mean....you already know its going to be amazing when this is what you see from the airplane. 

IMG_6959.JPG
IMG_5686.JPG
IMG_4475.JPG
IMG_4442.JPG
IMG_4437.JPG
IMG_3274.JPG
IMG_4454.JPG
IMG_4954.JPG
IMG_3210.JPG
IMG_4505.JPG
IMG_3264.JPG
IMG_3262.JPG
IMG_3620.JPG
IMG_3625.JPG
IMG_3634.JPG
IMG_4411.JPG
IMG_4506.JPG
IMG_4513.JPG
IMG_3894.JPG
IMG_4546.JPG
my fave things: bower bikinis, h is for love, clemence organics, kosas lipsticks, ilia tinted spf blam, portuguese baskets. 

my fave things: bower bikinis, h is for love, clemence organics, kosas lipsticks, ilia tinted spf blam, portuguese baskets. 

IMG_4577.JPG
IMG_4644.JPG
THE DREAM

THE DREAM

IMG_4951.JPG
IMG_4959.JPG
IMG_5699.JPG
IMG_5715.JPG
IMG_5705.JPG
IMG_5717.JPG
IMG_5740.JPG
IMG_5780.JPG
IMG_6961.JPG
IMG_5737.JPG
IMG_5781.JPG
IMG_5777.JPG
IMG_5772.JPG
IMG_5776.JPG
IMG_5775.JPG
IMG_5741.JPG
IMG_5771.JPG
IMG_5769.JPG
IMG_5770.JPG
IMG_5767.JPG
IMG_5763.JPG
IMG_5768.JPG
IMG_5762.JPG
IMG_5760.JPG
IMG_5758.JPG
IMG_5757.JPG
IMG_5754.JPG
IMG_5756.JPG
IMG_5752.JPG
loule 

loule 

IMG_5750.JPG
IMG_5749.JPG
IMG_5748.JPG
IMG_5744.JPG
IMG_5746.JPG
IMG_4832.JPG
IMG_5747.JPG
IMG_5751.JPG
IMG_5742.JPG
IMG_5743.JPG
IMG_5708.JPG
IMG_3617.JPG
IMG_4649.JPG
IMG_5773.JPG