Leaving On A Jet Plane

Photo from ANTM

Well, folks, it's time to say goodbye.

In case you just got a horrible flash of what procrastination would look like without your near-daily dose of Solo Lisa y Nada Mas, rest assured that this blog isn't going anywhere. Rather, I am--to London, Paris, and NYC. This will be my first time in Europe and I'm super-excited. I can't wait to see the sights and indulge in touristy goodness. Museums and galleries? I'm there. Baguettes and French pastries? Sign me up for seconds, please.

The good news is that I've already taken care of your need for a means of procrastination. I've been working feverishly to write up posts ahead of time and schedule them so that this blog will update itself. This lets me enjoy my trip with peace of mind and still gives you something new to read. However, the bad news is that I won't be able to comment on any of the blogs I follow regularly. I'll try my best to catch up on all of my blogging obligations after November 5th--respond to comments, read blogs, check my email, etc.

Here's an inkling of what you can expect in the next 3 weeks:

• I finally got my act together and started writing about how I think Latin pop culture influences fashion. The ideas have been sitting in my head for a while; hopefully they're coherent when they hatch because they've had a long time to incubate.
• I found cute things here, there, and everywhere.
• If you're in the mood for browsing my archives, I'll be publishing some retrospectives listing my all-time favourite posts. Think of them as a concise reading guide.

What's more, I'll be posting photos and stories from my lovely trip once I return. Just don't expect me to look super-stylish in all of my pictures; I'm a bit of a slob when I travel. My wardrobe for the European leg of my trip consists of wool sweaters, tanks and tees, jeans, and flats. For dressier occasions, I'm packing my new CiCi sweater dress and my O by Oscar de la Renta black satin slingbacks. My motto is "Pack light, bring money"; I want to have enough space so that I can lug my purchases home.

My day handbag--if you can call it that--will be this somewhat hideous and very utilitarian travel bag from Mountain Equipment Co-op. I know, I know--I'm losing style points left and right, and who knows, by the time I get back I may not have any readers to entertain anymore. But I've been warned enough times about petty theft and pickpocketing to pack a bag that won't be easy to rifle through or be torn off my body. Plus, a hands-free bag makes double-fisting French pastries so much easier.