River Street, Blue Building
5690-970 New York City
+1 234 567 890
9-13 & 14-19
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  • Just 20-minutes from Ubud, this 150-year-old teak house in Bali was designed by a Japanese Zen master. Options for tranquility abound: lounge in the indoor hammock, take a swing ride over the Ayung river, admire the tropical view or simply appreciate your infinite wisdom in landing here.
Photo: @judezander
  • Not for the faint-hearted, Tommy’s hike to the top of Mount Storm King in Seattle features steep switchbacks, three sets of ropes to climb, and an ascent of 2,000 feet in just two miles. And when you're finally standing still, it'll be at the summit, taking in views of Lake Crescent from the clouds.
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  • Looking out this second-story window is like gazing on a painting—only you can actually feel the Tuscan sun seep in. And the rustic kitchen, with its wood beams, offers the perfect frame.
Photo: @shanshan.lam
  • Ask host Natacha how she ended up in Caraíva and she'll tell you a story about her dream of growing old by the sea, eating fried shrimp, and drinking something cold within earshot of waves lapping off shore. When she first visited Caraíva, Brazil–– a remote fishing village on the southern end of Brazil's Bahian coastline–– she saw that dream in real life. And in the decade since, she bought land, built her home, and then became a host.
Stay with her and she'll recommend the best places to find those dreamy fried shrimp, and maybe some traditional Bahian cuisine like moqueca, fish stew served in a clay pot. For that, head to Boteco do Para where the owner has his own fishing boat (so you know that moqueca is fresh!) and boasts a renowned spot to watch sunset.
Tap the link in our bio to learn more about Brazil's best-kept secret beach in #Airbnbmag.
Photo: @piariverola

Mary Frampton

Client Manager

Yesterday there seemed to be no possibility of getting her hands specially after her head, she attempted yesterday getting her head down to them, and was delighted to find that her neck would bend about easily in any direction, like a serpent.

It cannot well be doubted, that the one visible quality in the aspect of the dead which most appals the gazer, is the marble pallor lingering there; as if indeed that pallor were as much like the badge of consternation in the other world, as of mortal trepidation here.

Nor, in some things, does the common, hereditary experience of all mankind fail to bear witness to the supernaturalism of this hue. It cannot well be doubted, that the one visible quality in the aspect of the dead which most appeals the gazer.

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