Go Slow - Lessons learned backpacking through Nicaragua

While I was visiting Nicaragua two summers ago, I bought one of my favorite t-shirts I’ve ever owned. The message reads “Go Slow” and features an illustration of a sloth on a surfboard. I’m both a fan of the message and the sloth…naturally.

The words “Go Slow” really summed up my trip and the lessons I learned on the road. Honestly, every time I travel I’m reminded of these two words. They can make all the difference in truly enjoying a place like a local, or just feeling like a tourist. I don’t know about you, but I’d rather take the local route. How can you really appreciate a place if you’re just rushing through it?

Nicaragua’s economy isn’t in the best shape—many people have very little. However, this doesn’t stop them from waking up with a smile on their face and making you feel at home. They don’t have, want or need a lot. I felt the same way about the people in India. Daily life is more simplified and moves a lot slower.

At the time of this trip, I was living in New York City—one of the fastest cities in the world. It is quite literally the city that never sleeps. Nicaragua was just the opposite. I woke up each day and had a cup of coffee or light breakfast outside in the waking sunshine. I let the day unfold slowly. Sometimes I read a bit if I wasn’t quite ready to start my day. I would literally never read before I went anywhere in New York—there simply wasn’t enough time! Always in a rush! The rest of my Nicaraguan days consisted of a variety of activities: surfing, hiking, swimming, scootering, etc. We always stopped for a nice lunch, taking our time to really enjoy it. In the evening, we ate our dinner, had a beer (or more) and struck up conversations with strangers. Sometimes locals, other times they were fellow travelers. Either way, the people were the same—they were there, they were present and they weren’t anxious to be somewhere else.

New York moves fast in many ways. Often though, it was the energy of the people around me that influenced how I felt. A lot of New Yorkers are impatient and flaky; there is always somewhere better to be. In Nicaragua, people are happy exactly where they are. Sure, the sunshine and surf don’t hurt, but it’s more than that. The energy felt different from the moment I stepped off the plane. Go slow. How can you really stop to think about how you feel if you’re always on the go? The mental and physical benefits of slowing down are unparalleled. Even if you can’t hop on the plane to Nicaragua right now, you can practice this in your every day life. Take time each day to revel in the slow moments. Wake up and have a cup of tea to get your day started—a simple yet beautiful routine that has worked wonders for me. Make a point to spend at least ten minutes outside, even if it’s just to take a few deep breaths. The options are endless—moving slowly doesn’t have to be a chore. It’s really not so difficult to get away.

Try it, and let me know how you feel!

All photos taken by me, on my iPhone.

Through the Looking Glass // Driving through Agra, India // A Photo Journal

In 2017, I went to India. I haven’t written much about that trip (yet), because I’m still trying to process it all. India is a country overflowing with people, colors, smells, tastes, architecture, knowledge, stories and all sorts of magic. It’s a trip that will stick with me forever.

Without further ado, here is a little journal entry I wrote about my experience driving through Agra, accompanied by some images that simply don’t do it justice.

It was day two of our fifteen day backpacking journey through India. Sunrise at the Taj Mahal was better than we had hoped for. Next stop: Jaipur. We were in a car with our private driver who told us to call him Uncle. My window was dirty, smeared with fingertips and dust. With the smoggy haze, it was an oddly beautiful combination. India is not pristine, there is so much litter and the conditions are sometimes hard to look at. Yet, it’s shockingly beautiful. The vivid colors of buildings and stunning saris, the simplicity of a day spent lounging with friends, the smiles on even the most rundown faces, the children occupying themselves with silly games--all of these details seem to outshine the negatives. Their lives are simple and people don’t have much—but they’re happy. Happy to be, to live, to take in each moment. It’s a lesson we’re reminded of every day, but don’t always take seriously because we don’t have to. India isn’t perfect, but the people will teach you how truly little we need to be happy. Now that’s beautiful.

All images taken by Stacey Lamb. Agra, India. November 2017.

Why I moved to LA: A Photo Essay

I’ve been telling the same story for three months now. People always want to know why I left Brooklyn and why I chose LA. It’s a valid question!


Sometimes my answer is ‘a slower pace of life.’ Sometimes, it’s ‘the sunshine!’ “Seasonal Depression is REAL” is another good one. It really depends on my mood.


 New York was a beautiful chapter. I’m so happy I had the chance to experience it—but it’s not for me. I felt the same way about living in Paris. Part of me is a city girl, but most of me is not. I need sunshine, ocean breezes, trees, open spaces, and a serious relationship with my car.


Another big reason was my desire to be somewhere that my work made sense. My photography is colorful, dreamy, soft and definitely not New York. My portfolio pretty much screams “California!” I knew this all along, but I also knew that I needed to live in Brooklyn while I had the energy and desire.


The most important reason for my move was my health. New York just wasn’t good for me mentally nor physically. Anyone who lives in the city can’t even argue with that. It’s just kind of a fact that New Yorkers have a lot, but a healthy lifestyle is not one of them! My problems aren’t completely solved just yet, but I feel confident in my decision and am truly happy to be where I am. After years of searching for “my place”, it feels pretty damn good to say that!


I’ve reached a point where I’m starting to truly digest the idea of time. Time is so damn precious. It’s a weird and wild thing. It’s so important that we spend our moments wisely. Live without regrets. Move across the country, without a job, knowing basically no one—why not!! Honestly, it’s been hard and will continue to be. I’m prepared for that. But I know it will be worth it.

All Photos by me, taken in January 2018.