Haven’t updated in so long now, ooops. Sometimes life just happens, right? I have lots of exciting news, but first I wanted to share an exciting new thing happening every Saturday in Williamsburg. Smorgasburg is a big food fair (a Brooklyn Flea for foodies!) featuring what seems like a hundred different food vendors.

We got lobster rolls from the Red Hook Lobster Pound. I’ll stray from my mostly vegan diet any day for one of these heavenly buttery rolls.

We brought them down to the park right there, on the Williamsburg Waterfront, which has a killer-view of Manhattan.

I wore this new romper by Society for Rational Dress that I bought (second hand) at Beacon’s Closet the other day. It’s going to be one of my total summer faves, I just know it. So comfy and easy to wear.

Before I moved to a different neighborhood (and, with that, different gym) in NYC I used to go to the Anti-gravity Yoga class at Crunch every weekend. It’s such a great way to relax and stay centered (nothing like the threat of falling and smashing your face on the floor to keep that focus!). When I saw that they had it at my old gym in Miami, I just had to go (and dragged a brave, unsuspecting friend with me).

Here’s a demonstration of a kick-up-back-flip kind of thing. It’s fun to just let go! I’m not sure if I would call this yoga, though, it’s more like a combination of aerial acrobatics and a great core strength workout.

The downsides, the hammock really puts a lot of pressure on your body, which can be very uncomfortable, and if you’re not used to all the hanging upside down (or haven’t done it in a while, like me) you can get a bit of a nauseating headache.

Check out this Deco Drive (oh, how I miss your fluffy entertainment “news”) segment, filmed at Crunch Miami, where these photos were taken.

Despite a few glasses of beer, sangria and wine last night, I woke up early. My lovely hostess and I went to one of my favorite brunch places in Miami, A La Folie on Española Way, for a nice sunny sidewalk breakfast.

I broke my no coffee and dairy diet with my favorite bowl of latte.

And since I was cheating anyways, why not have a crepe with smoked salmon, brie and mushrooms? I am on vacation after all…

But, there was fresh-squeezed OJ, and fruit.

And a basket of tartine and croissants, ooops.

I dressed to match my breakfast, just something I like to do. And, I am realizing that I may need a haircut, since my hair seems to have begun defying gravity.

It’s nice to be on Española Way in the morning, when it’s quiet and peaceful. Quite the opposite of what it looks like at night.

A La Folie is on 516 Española Way (at Drexel). Get the savory crepes or the Royal breakfast.

Today is a good day, and I decided to start it off in the best way I know — with freshly made yummy green juice!

Yesterday was my last day at work and I am very excited about what the future has in store. Against the dark NY-skies, a toast to what’s to come.

Yesterday, Corporate America. Today, a future of possibilities.

I don’t know about you, but I’m looking forward to a very quiet Easter weekend, with lots of Rest & Relaxation.

Last time I did that was in Palm Springs. The Ace was the Place and the mind was at peace.

NYC doesn’t seem to want to give us desert-like heat any time soon, but I can (and will) at least start the day off with a fresh-squeezed OJ mimosa.

Makes me proud to be a Swede, but sad about the general state of women’s equality in the world.

The restaurant/bar was opened by a musician-couple in 1972, when the neighborhood was very different—decrepit and filled with starving artists.

The interior is a funky mix of vintage treasures and repurposed junk, like this beer bottle “chandelier.”

Bertha’s cult following only increased when they, some years later, introduced an iconic green bumper sticker (which has been spotted on all continents) that says “Eat Bertha’s Mussels.”

I simply had to oblige.

Last weekend, I spent some time with my new goat buddies Upstate. Only a week old, they were very curious, and tried to take a bite out of everything in sight (including me).

The older ones just kind of observed.

Except this one, who kept trying to eat my camera strap.

Some goat babies were nursing their mamas.

Others had to be fed using baby bottles, since there had been so many of them in the litter.

The goats were so cute and cuddly.

Ans they also had a donkey friend.

All the goats—and there were a lot of them—seemed very happy. They also managed to somehow untie all our shoe laces.

After the goats were all fed and happy, we went to visit the chickens.

There were a lot of them too.

Inside the barn, under a heat lamp, were some really cute baby chicks, soon to join their friends outside. They just have to get a bit bigger and more tolerant of the cold first.

This was, without a doubt, the best little farm stand in Callicoon, NY.

It’s crazy to think this may all be gone if they allow hydrofracking in Upstate New York. Say NO to fracking!

Today it was finally warm enough in NYC to go for a run. Pretty much the only route I can do without having to deal with intersections (hate having to stop at red lights!) is across the Williamsburg Bridge. The good thing is it’s kind of a hill, so you get a good challenging workout, the really bad thing is that the air you’re breathing consists of 50% car exhaust.

Either way, it was a good run, I did twice across the bridge and back (about 1ok/6 miles, according to Google Maps) and really felt that my ramped up workout sched has been paying off. Such a good feeling! I also tried out some new Under Armour stuff that I scored for free at work this week. I’m one of those people who usually never buy workout clothes but instead relegate the ones I no longer want to wear as regular clothes to the workout pile, but the techy fabrics really do make a difference—I felt warm but not too toasty.

I saw one guy running in a tank top and shorts (it’s only 4C/40F out!) and one girl going at a pretty good pace wearing an ankle length puffer coat. I love NY-runners.

At most of the parties I attended in Hawaii, mai tais were served in abundance. The drink, made from rum, Curaçao liqueur, and lime juice—certainly looks very nice with a pink orchid on top.

The best thing in the way of food, hands down, is the poke. There are tiny little shops that sell nothing but dozens of varieties of this cold, raw seafood specialty. The best one is made from fresh tuna (ahi) but there are lot of other yummy varieties, like octopus, for those of you’re trying to avoid eating too much mercury (which we all should).

Hawaiians like their food greasy and in big portions—something a health-conscious vegetarian like myself might have a hard time with. By my third or fourth day there I was frantically googling health food stores where I could find a nice organic salad bar and some green juice. I had to walk 40 minutes to get there, but then almost cried from happiness when I exited Down to Earth Foods with a green salad, a wheatgrass shot and two green juices (had to get one for later too!)

It’s amazing how spoiled we get about food in NYC, everything is available whenever we want it.