I am trying be wiser with my money meaning less eating out at hip and healthy restaurants and more of eating the remainder of food in my kitchen pantry (which by the way, is only filled with rolled oats, banana, chia seeds, green tea, and organic peanut butter). Having banana oatmeal for breakfast everyday can be quite tiring, which is why I decided to spend a little bit of money on myself to eat different food. Even before temporarily moving here, I have been eyeing this restaurant in Los Angeles. Now that I see it in every street corner, I decided to try the popular London food chain Le Pain Quotidien.

LUCY GOES TO BUDAPEST

"You are not where you are from, you are where you're going"

The more I travel, the more I realize I do not belong to one place. I fall in love with every country and city I visit. Growing up I always told myself "LA is my home. I can never leave." But moving to London and then traveling to several countries has confused my mind about where I want to be in the next few years. And this thought of "Where will I be in 10 years?" scares the living hell out of me. But why stress about where my future "home" will be? Home does not necessarily have to be an actual place. Home can be anywhere. Home can be being in between your mothers arms, drinking a cup of coffee walking through the streets of a foreign country, hiking the tallest mountain, or laying down on the floor listening to your favorite tunes. It is where you feel the most comfortable and content. 

LUCY GOES TO ITALY (VENICE X FLORENCE)

U P D A T E: This is a continuation of my week trip of traveling.

V E N I C E 

 I really cannot compare other countries with Italy because of my lack of travel the past years, but there is one thing I can say about Italy that stood out from the others is that is a place where you literally feel disconnected and forget about your responsibilities and worries. On thursday evening, Jillian and I flew to Venice, Italy. Jillian really wanted to partake in the "hostel" experience and we stayed at Camping Jolly. It was not as scary as I thought it would be, but then again we did have our own room instead of sharing it with strangers. Staying at the hostel was actually very beneficial due to the fact they had a shuttle that took you to the water service station that takes you straight to Venice. The boat ride took about 13 minutes but it was the longest 13 minutes of life since I was extremely seasick. We got off on one of the stops and had to walk over a bridge to get to the Venezian streets. Venice was filled with hundreds of tourists that it made me wonder where are the actual Venezians? Throughout the day I compared Venice to Disneyland and how they both feel very unreal when you are there (yes I know Disneyland is a weird place to compare it too). But do actual people live in Venice or was it a place filled with strangers that leave at the end of the day?