5 Year New York Anniversary


This week marks my five year getting-a-one-way-ticket-to-new-york-and-getting-my-first-job anniversary. This is pretty big for me, not only is five one of my favorite numbers but now I can also say that I’ve been in New York City for half a decade. That may not be much for some people, but for me, it’s an accomplishment that makes me feel proud of my strengths… and even my weaknesses.

You see, New York City is a drug. You say it’s just for a little while, you know it’s bad for you, but decide it’s worth it for those glorious moments. It hurts you, it brings you down, yet you can’t get enough of it. You know you are ruined for life because nowhere else will be New York. People tell you it’s bad for you and at certain points, you believe them. But then, something amazing happens that keeps you tangled within the vines of this concrete jungle. 

When I was younger and addicted to Nicholas Sparks and Harlequin Romance (Yes, I am ashamed) I had this vision of moving to New York City, becoming a writer and meeting a handsome man as he accidentally grabbed my coffee at the Starbucks I would go to write my latest novel. Ridiculous, right? I didn’t even drink coffee back then. Also, who writes a novel at Starbucks? That’s what those cute little independent coffee shops are for.

Still, New York always seemed magical to me and although I never realized it, I always knew I wanted to end up here. Did I imagine this dirty, messy reality that is Manhattan? Not quite, but even beyond the smelly street corners and the questionable characters, I have been able to find magic in New York. Sometimes in way of a kind stranger (yes, they have those here) or a delicious, Instagram-worthy meal.

I can feel the conflicting emotions within me just as I write this post. Half of me is swaying away in a whimsical fairytale praising this city for the dreams it inspires and the other half is banging her head against the wall, wondering why am I still here. New York can be cruel, it’s raw and it doesn’t ask for forgiveness. It makes you strong by necessity and you also immediately forget how to walk slowly. There is no explanation, it just happens. There is no slow here. There is also no stopping. There’s just going and going and going and going. 

Five years. I’m still here. 🙂

Thank you, New York, for making me a fighter even when I am not even aware of what the fight is all about.

Five Tips For “Fancy Shmancy” Dining

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Some people spend their money on shoes, I spend mine on food. The way I see it, we are all on a journey of food discovery, anxiously waiting for that next bite that will blow our minds and warm our souls. I believe that good food can be found anywhere, from your funky food truck to the new trendy restaurant in town.

Still, from time to time, you want to treat yourself and indulge in a freaking good dinner. I totally hear you if you think that fancy restaurants can be intimidating. Here are 5 tips from yours truly to help you enjoy your dining experience to the max!

(1) If you are going to be bad, do it well – Make sure that wherever you are heading is worth it. Nothing sucks more than dropping down the money for food that does not quite live up to its price. If you are treating yourself, do your research, and make sure that people rave about the food and the experience. Otherwise, the joke’s on you.

(2) Check out the menu before arrival – This is your opportunity to google all the ingredients you don’t know, without gluing your face to your phone while at the table. You will also feel smarter when you read things you can actually understand. It’s ok to be freaked out by the word “sunchoke” in your pasta option. Hey, you learn something new everyday.  

(3) Dress up, but dress comfortably – Last thing you want to do is be distracted because your fancy dress keeps creeping up or your tights got stuck somewhere else. You obviously want to look good, but you want to feel good too. Comfort gives you confidence and confidence is that “je ne sais quoi” that makes you look right on point.

(4) Take your time – Whether you are paying for dinner yourself or being treated by someone else, money is being spent. Take the time to indulge and enjoy every single bite. Seriously, take in all of the experience. Don’t let anyone rush you into being done, this is about you.

(5) If you act like you belong, you will belong – You will only look as uncomfortable as you feel. This is when the phrase “fake it until you make it” comes in handy. At the end of the day, a restaurant is a restaurant and you are there to exchange your money for an awesome culinary experience. It’s business. 

You want to treat yourself to a nice dinner? You go ahead and do that. Focus on the food and you are good to go. Don’t forget to snap your picture carefully, you want to get a good shot but you also don’t want to be that person. 🙂 

 

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Here’s To Love

  
Happy Valentine’s Day from Atlanta, here’s to all kinds of love! 

When you call your mom to ask what kind of wash is better for your new shirt, shrink it anyways but know you are still accepted. When you send your friends the perfect funny meme and you feel all warm inside. When you send your friends excessive Snapchats of your own face just to let them know you are thinking about them. When your dad sends you pictures of puppies on a regular basis because he knows they make you happy. When your boyfriend knows to wait before he starts eating so you can snap a picture of the food. When your boyfriend applauds you after you break into random dancing and singing, even though you may have disturbed the neighbors just a little bit.

Here’s to everyone that makes us feel loved and appreciated in the most special, weird and unexpected ways.

¡Feliz Navidad!

  
Whether you are on top of a snowy mountain or basking in the Caribbean sun, I hope you are all happy and surrounded by loved ones. That’s what it’s all about, right? 

Focus on what you have today and cherish it. Take a moment to let those far away know you are thinking of them. Enjoy every second, even if you are in your pj’s watching tacky Christmas movies. There’s no place for hate today, let’s keep that living on. 

Happy Holidays!!

The Power of a “Like”

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As much as I love social media, I sometimes get tired of hearing about social metrics. I see how our society gets blinded by the number of “likes” and followers and how sometimes people end up being just plain fake. I hate that people end up measuring themselves against a sometimes insignificant number of “approval”. I can go on about the things I hate about social media, but I get easily frustrated and who wants to read that, right?

Something interesting happened to me today. Yesterday, I posted a picture on my Facebook of me and my boyfriend to celebrate that we had met 3 years ago. It was a pretty picture with a cute little message, as expected. I allowed myself to be sappy because oh well, sometimes you gotta be. Today, I saw that I had about 90 likes and decided to click and read through all the names of everyone who had liked the picture.

I was immediately smiling, seeing all the different people from my life that liked the picture. Reading their name meant they had taken a moment to see my post and show they were thinking about me with a simple click. It may sound dumb but to me that meant a lot. These are people that I may not talk to anymore or as often as I would like, but they still hold a special place in my heart in one way or another. By just reading their name I also had quick memories come back to mind and for a second there, my day got better too.

In this crazy world we live in, isn’t it nice to show people that we are thinking of them in some way?

Maybe I’m sounding like my Mom these days, but I’m starting to think that “likes” might not be so stupid after all.

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[Strasbourg, France] Forever nostalgic

Strasbourg, FranceI will forever be nostalgic of the few months I lived in Strasbourg, France. I really don’t think that feeling will ever go away and I am ok with it, I’ve said it before. I think everyone needs to live abroad at some point in their lives, even if it’s just for a few months. To some it sounds annoying, but I have never heard anyone who has lived abroad say that they regret their decision. Seriously, it opens your eyes, your mind and your soul. It also empties your pockets, but that’s another story.

Instagram did not even exist when I was studying abroad. *Does quick Google search* Ok, Instagram was literally being built as I was studying abroad. I can only imagine the absurd amount of pictures I would have been posting on a daily basis if I had an Instagram account at that point. I had a basic Nokia phone with limited minutes and text messages as my loyal companion, I used bbm (Blackberry messenger) as the way to chat with my family and friends in the other side of the Atlantic and guess what? I took pictures with an actual camera and not a phone. Bizarre, right?

There’s nothing I can write that can wipe away the nostalgia that I’m feeling at the moment, so I will not keep trying. It’s all just really weird and beautiful at the same time. So join me while I reminisce, I hope all of you have a happy place and set of memories that can bring out the same sense of comfort and longing like Strasbourg does for me.

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Somewhere near Strasbourg…

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Just Read: Lo Inevitable del Amor

Como lo prometido es deuda, aquí estoy nuevamente escribiendo en español. Hacía tiempo que no me leía un buen libro en español. A Nuria Roca la “conocí” cuando estudié unos meses en Francia. Estuve una semana de visita en España y decidí comprar varios libros contemporáneos para sentirme más a tono con la vida Española. De hecho, me envolví tanto comprando libros que después me di cuenta que dos de los libros que había comprado tan emocionada no eran ni siquiera libros originalmente escritos en español.

Sin embargo, encontré uno que hoy día sigue siendo uno de mis favoritos. “Los Caracoles No Saben Que Son Caracoles” fue el primer libro que leí de Nuria Roca y desde entonces me ha encantado su forma de escribir y su sinceridad al crear sus personajes.

Lo Inevitable del Amor” tampoco decepcionó. Esta vez, Nuria escribió este libro junto con Juan del Val. A el en verdad no lo conozco, pero juntos crearon algo bien chévere. Me encanta darme una escapadita a España, aunque sea a través de unas pocas páginas. Siempre le he tenido cariño a esa cultura, ¿Asumo que la llevo un poco en la sangre? Bueno, eso son otros veinte…

Aquí les dejo algunas citas de “Lo Inevitable del Amor”, se los recomiendo si quieren una lectura llevadera, con un poco de risa y hasta un poquito de suspenso.

“Y a mi mente sólo vienen las partes mejores, aquéllas en las que no aparecen ni el aburrimiento ni la rutina. Sólo las risas y los besos y la pasión… La nostalgia convierte los mejores recuerdos en presente. Es así de perversa.”

“Allí, en aquella habitación, mi madre amó a Gene de esa forma en que sólo puede amarse la primera vez. Que no es ni mejor ni peor que las siguientes, pero que ya no puede volver a ser como esa primera vez.”

“El desamor siempre nos duele en la tripa, en las entrañas de nuestro ser, justo ahí, en el centro de lo que somos. Ese es el sitio en el que duele el desamor.”

“Nunca se dan los besos suficientes, siempre se dan de menos por muchos que se den. De eso tienes la certeza cuando ya no puedes dar más.”

En fin, es uno de esos libros que te hace sentir distintas emociones. Por lo menos eso pienso yo. De vez en cuando es bueno emocionarse, sentirse triste y feliz a la vez, todo por un libro.