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Every single girl friend of mine is asking the same exact question – “Where are the good guys? I can’t seem to find them!”

Well, apparently, they’re not at golf courses, country clubs, bars or churches – they’ve been cycling at the Ride to Conquer Cancer cycling event to raise money for cancer research.

Here are few reasons why you should take up cycling in Australia …

Lesson 1: They don’t have ketchup, they have tomato sauce.

Lesson 2: “E” is pronounced as “I” so if someone says “Wanna come see my dick?” that’s not what he meant in Australia.

ADVENTURES IN LIFE. ADVENTURES IN LOVE. ADVENTURES IN GIVING.

It took a lot of friends to convince me to join Facebook. I resisted because I’m actually quite a private person. But my friend Brian advised me to open an account – so for good measure, I did. I didn’t know it would change my life.

My Facebook account soon replaced email as my way to communicate with my family to keep them abreast of my whereabouts. Sometimes, I over share because I lose sight that I am not just talking to my family anymore- there are 2,500 others reading this. Luckily, many friends didn’t mind my posts, in fact, got engaged.

Last year, a friend who was going through chemo wrote me a note “When I was going through my treatments, I would try not to log on for a week. That way I can read your posts and your friends’ witty comments when I am on my treatment. They made me laugh.” Another friend who was going through a bad divorce wrote, “Your posts were the only thing that could make me laugh during my tough divorce.”

I was glad to make small impact, but the truth is, it has changed me as well.

Facebook has allowed me to bask in the kindness of friends and strangers. It pushed me to the limits of my abilities. It enabled me to venture into places I’ve only dreamed about. It has allowed me to showcase my art. It became a medium to share my stories and adventures. Above all, it allowed me to impact over 16,000 poor children in the Philippines.

With that said – I want to introduce my new travel blog – EDWINTURE. I am hoping that with this blog, I can make you laugh a little, live a little and love a lot.

Whether I am scaling the pyramids in Giza, exploring ancient civilization in Greece, or cruising down the Thames, I hope you can join me in my edwintures. I can certainly use the company …

One of the largest Halloween street parties in the world happens in West Hollywood, California, just 6 blocks from our house.

On October 31st, you will see the craziest, most creative, most artistic and most absurd costumes you’d ever see. Over 300,000 people attend the West Hollywood Halloween Carnaval street party on Santa Monica Boulevard (from La Cienega to Robertson). Visitors prepare to bring your camera – you will have a blast! Admission is free and the event starts at 6 PM and runs until 1 AM.

Here are a few of the best costumes of 2014.

I did not have Milos on my radar but it was included in Travel and Leisure Magazine’s 25 Best Islands in the world. So I re-routed my trip to include this somewhat secluded island in Greece.

I did not disappoint. The island is a bit sleepy with a almost half of the island without roads or access. Many of its beaches are empty. You can have an entire cove to yourself. It is beautiful and unique.

The crowd here is more upscale than normal because it is not a party island. (Think Tommy Hilfiger get up). People come here to avoid the loud music and Ibiza-like crowd. There are many yacht owners whi visit the island- casual yet chic.

Hotels run the gamut from inexpensive to luxurious. (But not quite as luxurious as Santorini hotels).

If you’re looking for a “new” island that is off the beaten path- give this amazing island a try.

My skin is glowing, right? Hahaha That is sweat right there. Hahaha It is seriously 96 degrees and humid. He wanted to go up soooo badly, and it is our only reason we are back in Athens. So we had to do it.

I was dying because you have to hike up this long windy, path. And you’re sweating soooo badly. Hahaha I hate the heat- but I do have to admit, it was worth it once you get up there. Pretty amazing views and architecture.

Tip for you- bring bottled water with you. Hydrate hyrdrate hyrdate!

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I was on a road trip with my family across Italy when we booked Park Palace.  Upon entry to the lobby, we can’t help but be awed by the grandness of the villa. It was truly a jaw-dropping experience.

Surrounded by the Tuscan hills, Park Palace is a historic Florentine villa offering 26 lovely rooms, well-kept pool, manicured lawns and enough parking for your entourage. The place is so peaceful, you wouldn’t know that you’re just a 5 minute bus ride from central Florence (or a short 20 minute walk to Florence’s Cathedral, Uffizi Gallery, Boboli Gardens and Ponte Vecchio).

Upon exiting the airport, the Intercon Bora Bora’s staff took my luggage and walked me to the private boat 20 steps away. From there, they whisked me to hotel across the blue lagoon; the view was spectacular, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I have been around the world yet I have never seen islands this beautiful.

Upon arrival at the resort, two muscular men partially covered in Tahitian tattoos and wearing grass skirts welcomed us by blowing Conch Shell horn to announce my arrival. I can truly say I have never been welcomed at a hotel like that. (Wish every hotel did that. LOL).