From Glacial Lakes to Beaches Where Time Stands Still, Here’s Where We Dream of Going
We’re feeling that wanderlust just as keenly as you are. We’re not quite ready to hop on planes yet, but until we are, here is Best of the West, Dream Vacation edition.
A Literary Journey
About 90 percent of my travel over the last year has been the armchair variety, in the form of diving deep into the Instagram accounts of my favorite vacation rental sites and interior designers. I love plotting potential getaways on Boutique Homes or Indagare Travel, and catching glimpses of dream houses around the world posted by House of Honey and Beata Heuman. One of my very favorite accounts is that of Disc Interiors and the company’s co-founders David John Dick and Krista Schrock. Their first book, Portraits of Home ($60, Rizzoli) is out April 6th, and available for pre-order now. Spoiler alert: I co-wrote the book with them, and in the process, I took a series of mini day-cations when I visited the sophisticated and serene houses they designed in Los Angeles that are featured in the book. Buy a copy and keep it on your coffee table for browsing, when a 15-minute holiday is better than no holiday at all. —Christine Lennon, home and design editor
A Quick and Quiet Trip to Sayulita
The first time I went to Sayulita I was eleven. My mom moved with haste to load us into a rental car so we could see the coastal town an hour outside of Puerto Vallarta and make it back to our port to continue our seven-day Mexican cruise. The town was beautiful, with stone streets, stray dogs with just enough manners to not steal the food off your plate but request a pet before you go on with your day, warm water beaches, and virgin cocktails available at every turn. The food was beyond delicious, the surfers looked straight out of the J-14 magazine I had been reading on the ship, and I knew this would forever be one of my happy places.
I went back in 2019 for my 22nd birthday and stayed at a yoga retreat villa a few minutes away from the town square. I partook in 7am and 3pm yoga classes, watched the sun rise over the infinity edge pool, and dozed off during sunset massages. Horses were ridden on the beach, drinks were clinked and sipped (this time non-virgin ones). My tan was even, and my mind reset. So basically, my dream vacation involves spending a cell-service-less week at a private villa in Sayulita; this one pictured with an indoor/outdoor kitchen is so dreamy I can already picture myself chopping farmers-market fruit looking out at the ocean. While I have expensive visions of Italian escapes, and Parisian townhouses, the $100/night stays in Sayulita are what appear in my dreams before I wake up to sip another hot coffee and enter an early-morning Zoom meeting. —Magdalena O’Neal, assistant editor