Lunch with Tamara Beckwith, Dinner with my Jimmy Choo girl and party-on at Chiltern Firehouse


Not even on day in London and I’m waking up with a English hangover! No worries…I can sleep in today though I do have lunch plans with my one of best friends in the entire universe (Too much?) Tamara Beckwith. When I come to London I almost always stay with Tamara and husband Giorgio Veroni (my Italian bestie), but this time around Giorgio is in Moscow for his Formula E race and Tamara is super busy with…well, being Tamara!! So I only get her for a quick lunch this time around…we’ll make the best of it. Tamara and I have been friends since we were teenagers along with my other two English best friends: Tamara Mellon and Vassi Chamberlain; and today I get to see two of them! Tamara is very fancy so of course we are going to the Bulgari Hotel ( for lunch of which she is an ambassador, meaning free food and drinks for anyone she brings in…sounds good to me! I try to find something proper to were for the occasion and Uber off to Knightsbridge. Tamara looks ravishing as usual and our lunch seemed to go by in seconds before her next appointment shows up (busy little bee…). She is one of the funniest gals I know and when we are together it’s instant trouble…the good kind of course! After a quick catch-up, sadly we need to part, so I take the opportunity to visit Tamara’s Little Black Gallery in Chelsea before getting ready for another best friends dinner and a party at Andre Balazs’s super trendy Chiltern Firehouse in Marylebone (



Front entrance of The Bulgari Hotel



Bulgari Hotel super chic lobby



I didn’t take a photo of us at lunch so I’m using an old one of me and Tamara Beckwith from Hannah Coleman and Edoardo Polli’s wedding in Milan



Tamara’s Little Black Gallery in Chelsea


After a quick disco nap, I’m so exited to see some of the greatest friends I have tonight; I start off with dinner in Chelsea with the wonderful and beautiful Hannah Coleman, along with her terribly dashing Italian husband Edoardo Polli, the sweetest girl in London Elika Gibbs and last, bit not least, the funniest man alive Karim Al Hawaggi, AKA Waggi. I met Hannah many years ago through Tamara Mellon; at the time, Tamara had just purchased Jimmy Choo and Hannah just started working for her. 20 years later, Tamara has sold Jimmy Choo and Hannah is now the President of the very successful, high-end shoe empire. She was just a shy girl then and now she’s a powerhouse of a woman with a family to match! Elika Gibbs ( is also an old friend, compliments of Tamara Mellon; I’ve watched this girl grow up into a wonderful person and mother and now a very successful business woman with her company: Practical Princess: a high-end service that goes into your closet and re-organized everything to perfection. And then there is Waggi…he’s just the sweetest and funniest man alive, you cannot have a normal conversation with him; it’s constant laughter to the point of abdominal total failure. Waggi and I have been through a lot of trouble together over the years and growing older hasn’t seem to have slowed us down in any way, shape or form! He gives “Silly” a whole new meaning.

Waggi and I are the first to arrive at Tom’s Kitchen (, a swanky Italian eatery on 27 Cale Street in Chelsea, and we immediately go into compulsive giggling for 15 minutes before we even say one word to one another!!! The hysterics are finally broken off by the arrival of the rest of the gang and after lots and lots of hugging and kissing we make our way into the lovely open kitchen dining room for a delicious Lamb shoulder with garlic mashed potatoes and a fabulous Pomerol that Mr. “Gourmand” Polli picks for the table. Catching up with this group is more than I can wish for; we go back so long that this dinner fells a bit like coming home. After two hours of eating, drinking and most of all, laughing, it’s time to dash and join Vassi Chamberlain and husband Adrian Harris for the Net-a-Porter cocktail party at Chiltern Firehouse.



Tom’s Kitchen in Chelsea



Tom’s Kitchen’s interior



The signature Lamb shoulder and mashed potatoes



My darling Hannah Coleman Polli



The hilarious Wiggles, “Practical Princess” Elika Gibbs and Edoardo Polli


Vassi Chamberlain is the last link in the Mellon connection; she was Tamara’s best friend for ages and we met when we were just teenagers. Vassi is a wonderful writer and has been editor of top publications such as English Vogue, Tatler Magazine and currently, Net-a-Porter Magazine. We have gone through many chapters in our lives together and are still tight as thieves; I’m thrilled to see her and her terribly handsome husband Adrian; it’s been quite a bit since our last dinner in LA during Oscar’s. I’m also curious to see this place everyone is talking about: Chiltern Firehouse; the latest of Andre Balazs’s collection of successes in both the US and abroad. Clearly a converted Firehouse, this new Hotel-Restaurant-Bar-Lounge is truly hot and trendy and makes the Chateau Marmont in LA look outdated! After the customary “Balazs door policy nonsense” at arrival; we go into the bar-lounge area to join the Net-a-Porter cocktail party. The place is stunning and the staff is, as always, très cute and sexy in the little slinky outfits. Vassi is way to busy with her co-workers, so I gladly catch up with Adrian who’s always a great source of inspiration; this is until we run into Tara Bernerd out in the courtyard with a bottle of Rose in front of her. Tara is a successful English interior designer that I’ve know for many moons; she’s quite a “live one”, so it’s just a matter of seconds before we start boozing it up together! The place is packed to the hilt and trying to get a dinner table proves impossible. Thanks to Tara’s resilience with the now, very annoyed management, we finally compromise with a small table in the lounge area and hors d’oeuvres instead of dinner (fine with me since I already had dinner a few hours ago). I don’t know how much fabulousness I can take for much longer; Tara is now taking Latin..I think; and Vassi and Adrian are ready to take me back to my Chelsea Pad. Goodbye beautiful people…these Brits sure love boozing it up!



Chiltern Firehouse Hotel, restaurant and bar



Chiltern Firehouse’s stunning Bar and lounge



Chiltern Firehouse stunning Bar



Chiltern Firehouse Dining Room


Adrian Harris and Robert Kass having a chuckle



Uber-Designer Tara Bernerd and Robert Kass


This was definitely a F&F kind of day (Friends and family for those of you who don’t know…) with all of my English besties…I am sooooo satisfied, full of love and ready for bed! I love London….zzzzzzz

“WE” are off to London Town…England that is!


After a very brief few days in LA, it’s off to London to celebrate my 40…ish birthday and check out what’s new in one of my favorite cities in the world! London is very dear to me, I lived in London throughout my youth and went to grammar school at St. George School in Hanover Square where I was made to wear a red blazer, red shorts, striped white & red tie and red hat…I believe that’s where it all went pear shaped! When my father, Ronald Kass, was asked by the Beatles to be President and founder of Apple Records in the early 70′; we all moved to the lovely neighborhood know as Mayfair. My brother and I were very young and started living between Lugano, Switzerland and London. Even after my dad and his, then bride, Joan Collins moved back to LA, I continued my love affair with London for many years up to the present day. Through all these years I’ve cultivated amazing friendships in London that I continue to enjoy immensely and use as an excuse to pay the occasional visit.

I am particularly exited about this leg of the trip because I am using the website Airbnb for the first time ( and I’ve rented a lovely 1 bedroom apartment in Chelsea, one of my favorite neighborhood in London. I’ve been hearing about his new way of lodging for some time and I decided to take the leap and try it out; who knows…is this the death of my usual high priced hotel rooms? I’m also exited to fly one of my top 3 airlines in the world: British Airways (; This time around, I managed to get a free…ish business class trip with my American Express miles, even though the tax and luxury fee you have to pay on a miles ticket is pretty steep; even so…it’s a hell of a lot better than the standard $8000 plus you have to fork out for this kind of fare! So off i go for my favorite travel routine: cocktails, dinner, 2 movies, sleeping pill, sleep, breakfast and I’m in London! I’m flying the massive Airbus 380 for the first time, so I did my legwork (as I always do before traveling) and researched which is the best floor on this double decker-flying monster and which is the best seat I should get; as usual, I refer to to do the job. Top floor, window seat it is!

After a brief visit to the very un-impressive business class lounge at the new International Terminal at LAX, I’m ready to nestle into my fancy little cubical for the next 12 hours. The first thing I notice when I arrive to my seat, is that they are arranged in such a way that the person next to you is NOT facing the same direction as you are, as in all flights, but the opposite way; meaning, he’s next to you and facing you! We’re talking facing faces 2 feet away from one another. Now, I have two problems with this, first of all, I need to face the direction that the plane is flying towards, no flying backwards for my sister! Number two, it’s very uncomfortable and awkward having a perfect stranger so close to you trying not to stare you in the face; of course there is an electronic separator that you can raise once you reach 35,000 feet, which opens up a new set of issues of who will be the first to have the courage to raise the privacy wall. I definitely don’t like this layout at all! I try to break the ice with my neighbor with a few witty remarks, but apparently he was not amused and asked to be moved to another seat! All the better, now I don’t have to stare at “Mr. Humorless” and I can raise the separator without feeling rude. I thought my remarks were quite funny…oh well.

Not a moment after settling into my seat, I hear a voice from the cubical behind me: “Robert, is that you???”. I can’t believe it, it’s my dear friend Bob Semanovich, who just happens to be in the seat behind me…what a laugh! Bob and I go back a long time and I’m so exited to have all this time to catch up with him since we haven’t had a chance to visit in quite a while. Bob is a big shot in the music industry and I am pleased to hear that he is going to London for a big music festival at Wimbledon Stadium that his company is organizing and even more exited that he will give me two tickets to the event…I guess I’ll have to fit that in my very busy London schedule somehow! All right, enough pleasantries with Bob, we both want to pop a pill, sink into our flat beds and sleep our way to London…ZZZZZZZZZ.




British Airways’ flying monster Airbus A 380




BA’s weird business class layout with facing seats



The very comfortable business class cubicles on the Airbus 380



My surprise traveling neighbor Bob Semanovich


We are just about to land and I’m anxious to see my new Airbnb “flat” in Chelsea. After a short 45-minute Uber ride (these people are everywhere!!!) I arrive art the flat to meet Alessandro, the landlord; I am happy to say that this place meets all my expectations; a charming classic English 1 bedroom apartment with lots of light, a lovely terrace for my afternoon tea (that will never happen…) a fully equipped new kitchen and a very comfortable bed. The location is perfect, just in the mix of things and e few Uber pounds away from my social neck of the woods. I settle in, unpack my 15 outfits for my English stay…yes, you need lots of outfits when socializing in London, lots of fashion rules, fashion snobs, mandatory suits or dinner jackets in many places, all rules to which I gladly succumb to…coming from LA where you wear shorts and flip flops to a wedding! In the rush of things leaving LA I did forget a tie and tonight I’m going to the chicest and most exclusive private club in London: Loulou’s, where jacket and tie is a must to enter, so is a membership! Thankfully, my dear friend George Glasgow is a member and has invited me to dinner at this “impossible to get in” new spot.

So it’s off to Jermyn Street, one of my favorites streets in London for shopping; I’ve been coming here since I was a baby with my dad who was very fashion forward and extremely dapper. One of his favorites was Turnbull & Asser, a very old fashion English brand that has been around since 1885. I’m a sucker for tradition so I think it appropriate to honor my father’s memory with a tie from this gorgeous and yes, quite stuffy store. $150 later, I have a tie for tonight; it’s now off to my beloved Fortum & Mason for a little visual stimulation; This iconic department store, as Harrods, is a tribute to England and all that is traditionally English; it’s been around since 1707 (like most everything in this country) and it’s the definition of English high-end shopping. Though I am always so temped to stock up on their amazing tea selection, biscuits, Stilton cheese, patés, etc… this time around, my long travel schedule won’t allow weighing myself up with merchandize, so it’s going to be just a jar of my favorite Blue Stilton cheese and some water crackers for my afternoon snacking back at the Chelsea apartment.




Jermyn Street, SW1



Windows at Turnbull & Asser



Side entrance at Fortnum & Mason



One of the many beautiful design features at Fortnum & Mason


Fortnum & Mason on Piccadilly Road



Wine and spirits hall at Fortnum & Mason



Fortnum & Mason’s famous teas




Alright, it’s time to go back for a nap and get ready to meet my dear friend George Glasgow (CEO of G.J. Cleverley & Co., one of the best of bespoke English shoemaking and craftsmanship), for an evening at London’s hottest new private club: Loulou’s. Turns out two good American friends of mine, Michelle and Jason Sheldon are also in London so I invite them along with my British friend Robert Banner to join me at 5 Hartford Place, Mayfair; which happens to be just a few blocks away from my old house on South Street. It’s time to see what all the fuss is about; we enter though the very nondescript side door and into a small reception area where immediately you are asked for your name and membership; after telling the very well dressed gentlemen that I was expected by George Glasgow, we are ushered into the the main salon to sign our names on a book and then directed to the Martini Bar on the 3rd floor where George is waiting for us with Martinis at hand.

Loulou’s has become the hotspot for London’s upper crust; it’s a multi-story townhouse, along Mayfair’s Shepherd’s market. Owner Robin Birley, English businessman and political activist, has transformed this traditional townhouse into several lounges, a drawing room, a martini bar, a library, a cigar room, stunning courtyard, a nightclub and two très chic restaurants all designed by Turkish fashion designer Rifat Ozbek (who’s never designed an interior space before). Robin Birley, is the son of Mark Birley and Lady Annabel Goldsmith, who themselves owned several members’ clubs in London, including the legendary Annabel’s and Harry’s Bar, both of which I frequented as a young lad. Each room at Loulou’s has a different mood and provides a totally different experience. There’s a stuffed giraffe, greeting the guests as they enter the Madagascan Bar on the way to the over-the-top disco room. The who’s who of London are regulars here including the Royal family, Mick Jagger, Daphne Guinness, Kate Moss, me, George Clooney and the list goes on.

By 10 pm the place is packed and it is practically impossible to move, having been in LA for so long, you can’t not notice how everyone, and I mean everyone, is so elegantly dressed in suits and ties, black ties, long gowns and fashion galore…these Brits sure know how to whip it up! Drinks start at $30 a drink so you better be ready for a BIG bill; my favorite is the passion fruit martini! I don’t even dare find out how much dinner costs; then again London is the most expensive city in the world, so if you’re on a budget, you got your work cut out for you!!! My favorite story of the night is when the group “One Direction” came in without being members and arrogantly told the front host: “don’t you know who we are?? We are One Direction and we want in!!!!” to which the host calmly replied: “I’m terribly sorry Sir, but you are not members of the club, so the only direction you’re going is out the door!!!” So British…so Brilliant!!!!



Loulou’s on 5 Hertford Street



My Posse: George Glasgow, Michelle Sheldon, Jason Sheldon and Robert Banner



The Dining Room



One of the two stunning Dining rooms



The beautiful outdoor patio



3rd floor Martini Bar



Basement Bar and night club complete with stuffed Giraffe



The venerable toilet at Loulou’s



The beautiful Madagascan Bar


IMG_3790Passion fruit Martini at $35 a pop.


George is set on showing me every room at Loulou’s, where of course we must have a drink; so 8 rooms later, I’m about to pass out! This place is really fancy so perhaps it’s time to leave before I make a fool of myself. Michelle, Jason, Robert and I have the brilliant idea of walking to Barkley Square for a nightcap at Morton’s…that part is a little blurry but I know I was there because I have a photo to prove it! Thankfully I make it back safely to my Chelsea pad; what a great first night in London!!!! Tootles possums…talk tomorrow!



4AM at Morton’s in Barkley Square for a nightcap…hopefully!


Back in LA and off to the MOCA Gala presented by Louis Vuitton


Talk about getting right back onto the swing of things! I just got back from my amazing South American trip and it’s time to tux up and attend the very glamorous MOCA Gala at the Geffen Contemporary at the MOCA museum downtown LA, honoring renowned native California contemporary artist, John Baldessari ( Both myself and my on-and-off wife Loree Rodkin are guests of my dear friend Eugenio Lopez, who is a board member at MOCA and just about every other big art museum in LA. Loree picks me up at the KassPad with her on-and-off “other” husband Mark Brooke and off we go to mingle with the art scene’s elite. Loree is in head-to-toe leather Dior (as only she can pull off), I’m in Tom Ford and we are ready to rock & roll…It’s good to be back and play dress-up!

As the sun sets on this beautiful summer evening, Patricia Arquette, Marisa Tomei, Tessa Thompson, Dita Von Teese, and Sam and Aaron Taylor-Johnson arrive on the red carpet to celebrate the museum’s 36th annual gala. Young Hollywood darlings Nathalie Love, Gia Coppola, and Britt Robertson, all clad in Louis Vuitton, joined artists Ed Ruscha, Mark Bradford, and Catherine Opie for cocktails beneath a canopy designed by Frank Gehry, also attending. I love the enormous 55-by-16 foot William Pope.L flag hanging on a pole in the middle of the gallery continuously blown by large industrial fans, it really makes you fell proud to be an American somehow. We make our way to our table to meet Eugenio Lopez and his usual suspect: Janette Longoria, Esthella Provas, Isa Jonay, the beautiful Celesta Hodge, real estate mogul Daniel Mani and his lovely wife. After the customary speeches given by gala chair Lilly Tartikoff Karatz, museum director Philippe Vergne and honoree John Beldessari, the beautiful Janelle Monáe takes the stage, which quickly gets nearly everyone in the room on their feet for one last time before heading back out into the night.

The event is winding down and it’s time to join “The Velvet Pack” at The Standard hotel downtown LA: David Cooley, Chad Waterhouse, Kevin Huvane, Martin Beaurivage, Larry Hancock, etc… This night is about to take a different course all together…and I’m still wearing a tux! Loree drops me off at The Standard where my posse is waiting and ready to go to the rooftop to party the night away under the stars! 3AM…Uber! Welcome back to LA!!!


IMG_3686Robert Kass ready for Gala action in Tom Ford


Disco flooring on the way to the main tent



Table setting


IMG_3699MOCA’s main tent


“The dark one” Loree Rodkin and the hilarious Mark Brooke



Loree Rodkin showing off her jewelry as only she does


IMG_3708Honoree John Baldessari addressing the large room of guests


Our host and MOCA Board Member Eugenio Lopez, Esthella Provas and Robert Kass



Stunning art installation by William Pope.L



The beautiful Janelle Monáe performing her hot songs



Stunning views of downtown from the Standard Hotel rooftop



Martin Beaurivage, Chad Waterhouse and Robert Kass at the Standard Hotel Downtown

Last day in Peru…so sad to leave this amazing country!


I wake up already aware of the fact that today will be my last day in Peru and that today will be the last time I’ll wake up looking at this beautiful view of the Maleçon and the Pacific ocean. I start my day with my usual coffee and baked treats from the wonderful Rossita and Suzana, Javier’s housekeepers for over 20 years, who took such good care of me over the last two weeks. Today is jammed packed with places to see and a visit at the iconic and ûber-exclusive Club National. I better pack this morning because I have a feeling I won’t be back in this room till the sun comes up, when I’ll be scrambling to get my hungover ass into a Uber car and to the airport for my journey back home to LA!

One of my favorites things to do in all places I visit, is check out the local markets; nothing will give you a better better intimate look at the type of culture and traditions you’re dealing with. This is a third world country after all, so I’m sure I’m in for a real treat! Living in the US, you get used to a very sanitized, super organized, designer conscious markets where everything is almost too well presented and packaged. I like the real markets where it’s less about design and presentation and more about the local lifestyle, where you experience the hustle and bustle on the locals and the foods they eat. So today we are visiting both types: the local food markets where the common people shop for food and the new, super trendy and visually perfect, Sunday only, Ecomarket on Dasso Street. One thing that you will notice immediately, is that nothing goes to waste in third world countries; every part of any animal or vegetable is used, making your visit a visual bonanza! Not for the squeamish, especially Americans, you will find items such as intestines, hearts, tongues, feet and so much more. For my American friends I’ve included several photos of these items that will either inspire you or make you hurl… I’m not too squeamish tho I do pause for a second when I see a bag of chicken feet staring at me…hummm, snacks anyone? The smells of all the different products overwhelm your senses and after a while, I’m ready for the trendy market.



Frutas stand



Snacks anyone?






Fish stand



Poultry stand


Intestins, tongue, liver, feet…the whole lot!



Beef stomach or tripe


Only open on Sundays, the Ecomarket on Dasso Street is a mix of arts & crafts items and fresh food items displayed beautifully in tented stands lined up one by one, showcasing a variety of local high-end products. The atmosphere is definitely different here and most definitely not for the common people. Here, it’s a mix of trendy people and well to do families on a Sunday stroll; this is not where you go to buy groceries, it’s more of a day event for the beautiful people of Peru. Here we visit our friends Giuseppe, Shirley and Maria who run the “La Felicia” stand, serving up delicious freshly baked goods and amazing sandwiches. After a long stroll up and down this bustling market, we make our way to Bottega Dasso, one of Javier’s favorite bars, on the same street as the market (how convenient…). Here we officially start the day with a delicious Bloody Mary…when in Rome! I don’t drink during the day so the next few hours are a little blurry.



The  very trendy and polished  Ecomarket on Dasso Street



Our friends at La Felicia stand at the Ecomarket on Dasso Street



Our very young, yet talented mixologist at Bottega Dasso



Nothing like a Bloody Mary to start the day…


Finally, it’s off to the much anticipated lunch at Club National in Plaza San Martin; this is a private, members only club established in 1855, we’re talking serious stuff here possums!!! This place is the epiphany of Old World Glamour, of the elite society that has long dissipated. When you walk through those doors, you are catapulted into the eighteenth century, in a world of gentlemen and servers wearing white tie and white gloves. You cannot go through these doors unless you are wearing a suit and tie and you must be a guest of a member of the club; a membership that is close to impossible to get. Javier is of course a member, as was his grandfather and his great-grandfather; you are reminded that no phone or cameras are allowed in the premises (never a good thing when you’re trying to write a piece on the place…), and you suddenly feel like your on the set of the Titanic. But this is no set, this is the real thing and it has been going on for centuries unchanged and unchallenged as they proudly hang on to their old fashion traditions for dear life…and thankfully so!!!! We start with aperitifs in one of the many uniquely decorated rooms, where a gentleman in a white suit and gloves takes our order and makes us feel like royalty.

A few Pisco sours later we stumble to the amazingly glamorous, rococo wood paneled dining room for lunch. Since I am not allowed to take photos and there are always at least 3 waiters around our table making sure I don’t, I included a photo of the dining room that I found in Javier’s coffee table book of Club National at his mom’s home, for you to get a feeling of the grandeur of this place. The menu is continental, with local fair and the food is amazing!!! I have the succulent crispy pig with potato gratin which is to dye for!!! The service is beyond description: so elegant and professional, though subtle and friendly; I can’t wait to get back to my restaurant in LA and crack the whip! The Club National is a five story gentleman’s dream, complete with dining rooms, smoking rooms, a library, a barber, a cigar room, a gym, a swimming pool, a screaming room and so much more…oh, and females are not allowed as members, though they are welcome to join the men in the dining room. That’s old world for you…





Club National entrance and amazing terrace



The dramatic entrance to Club National



Evening view of Club National spectacular façade



The stunning dining room at Club National



The stunning stained glass ceiling over the main lobby at Club National



Robert Kass and Javier Millership after our boozy lunch at Club National


Now I’m drunk…imagine that! We must make our way home for a quick outfit change and off to Salvatore Ferragamo’s boutique opening at the biggest mall in Peru: Jokey Plaza Mall. Here everyone is beautiful and young, a testament to Peru’s growing young upper class, hungry for brands and up-scale lifestyle. I hope the west realized the incredible opportunities that exist in South America, from Mexico to Peru to Brazil and even Cuba…I’m definitely jumping on this wagon! Javier introduces me to the beautiful Ms. Peru who’s getting ready for the upcoming Ms. World competition; sadly that was before the train dreadful events prompted by our “illustrious” Donald Trump’s ignorant rants about Mexicans and the subsequent cancellation of the Ms. World event in the US..

Now it’s late, I’m tired but there is no escaping Javier’s last night celebrations at, yet again, Club Gotica! This night is different though, it’s a big group of Javier’s lovely friends: his business partner Soli and his lovely wife, the charming pre-med student/bodybuilder Giuseppe, Tabata and more naughty Peruvians. As you can imagine, being my last night in Peru, the evening quickly takes a different course: it’s downhill! Most definitely not worthy of comment on my “respectful” blog…I’ll leave it up to your imagination!



The Peruvian dog…most likely the ugliest dog in the world! Don’t know why I included this!



Salvatore Ferragamo boutique launch with Javier Millership



Robert Kass and Giuseppe Bogani at Club Gotica



A prelude to how the evening went at Club Gotica



Larcomar shopping center overlooking the ocaen



Larcomar shopping center tower


I’m sad, tomorrow I leave this wonderful place but I find solace knowing that it will not be long before I come back here; Peru is truly a magical place…you must come visit!!!! Buenas noches!!!


Special note:

I don’t even know how to start thanking my dear, dear friend Javier Millership; he has gone out of his way to show me a magnificent country that I did not know. His knowledge, love and pride for his country made my experience so much more that I could ever imagine. I love this country because of Javier and his generosity, kindness, humor and patience. I am in your debt forever!

Last but not least, I want to thank the amazing Isabel Arias (Javier’s MOM); she has been the most gracious host and I am so grateful to her for opening up her home to me as if I was part of the family! You are such an inspiration to all, you defy conventional Latin female stereotypes by being such a strong leader in your industry, so dedicated and engaged, such a class act and most of all, such an amazing mother!!!! I’m honored to call you my friend.