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When I was younger, I loved going on road trips and traveling around the country. During the college semester I would study hard and work for my grades. But when winter and summer break arrived, I was off to parts unknown.

In the summer of ’97 I drove all the way around the country with friends. Rarely did I feel worn out during that trip. I had boundless energy and seemed to thrive on little sleep.

My back never got sore from hours upon hours in the car. My fear of bridges and heights had not fully formed because I can remember driving up the entire California coastal highway with a cliff on my left side and not a care in the universe.

I still love traveling more than almost anything else aside from cooking and photography but every year I feel like I’m slowing down more. There’s no getting around it; traveling is becoming more difficult.

These days my love affair with traveling mostly involves visiting other countries and seeing the world. I want to see it all before I die. But anytime I take a trip, even within the boundaries of my own country, my wanderlust is mixed with stress.

Plane rides hurt my back. Turbulence kicks in my anxiety. Jet lag wears me out for days.

In fact, the traveling portion of my travel exhausts me to the point where I’m not as excited as I’d like to be when I arrive at my final destination. I mean, seriously? I’m only 35.

It shouldn’t be so difficult. And it kind of pisses me off.

I want to have the stamina and body of my 20-year-old self. I want to hop off the red eye flight and be immediately ready for adventure. But that’s probably never going to happen again.

I just have to remain optimistic that none of this will sway my desire to see the world. I’m pretty sure I’m going to be around for awhile and it’s too soon to be giving up on one of my greatest passions.