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.

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¡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.

SUMMER IS NOT OVER

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It’s the day after labor day. Yes, it feels terrible, but it’s not the end of the world. I saw people wearing boots and scarves today. GET IT TOGETHER, PEOPLE.

It’s still 90 degrees out. The sun is still shinning. Just because football officially starts this Thursday it doesn’t mean we have to bury summer away in its entirety. It’s not like all of the sudden we need to rock out pumpkin spice lattes (I’m speaking to you, Starbucks) and bring out the Christmas decorations.

I think summer should be enjoyed until you have squeezed every single drop of joy out of it and you’ve faced the inevitable sadness that is winter. Let’s be real, fall is just here to make the pain a little easier. Winter is coming.

*Photo blissfully taken at Morgan’s Pier this summer by yours truly*

Can I make my own art?

I remember when buying “art” meant going to the poster sale at the student center in college. You had an array of choices, ranging from Bob Marley to Audrey Hepburn. I remember my friend had a poster with a baby monkey with sunglasses that was a total hit. I guess when you get older you can no longer get away with those choices and you are expected to buy real “art”. Whatever that means.

I moved into my new apartment in May and I’m still looking at blank walls in my bedroom. Nothing less to be expected from the girl that bought curtains over 2 years ago and never hung them up. Furniture is in, of course, but I haven’t done much decorating. Sure, my mini giraffe collection is up, but that’s obviously to be expected. The lack of decoration has been mostly due to lack of time, but I feel like it’s time to spark things up.

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First of all, I must warn you, I have very limited knowledge of what people call “art”. I go by my gut feeling of what I think looks nice and what makes me smile, that’s the kind of “art” I like. I first learned about Gustav Klimt through my art savvy roommate in college, although I didn’t realize who’s work I was really looking at until I saw “The Kiss” in Vienna.

So here I was, navigating Art.com because I was scared away from Amazon.com after I read a review that said “there is a thick slab of painted “goop” bordering the entire picture”. I found this lovely painting by Gustav Klimt, it made me happy and calm and it was just $37.98 for the print. Not bad, not bad at all. I’m prompted to answer if I want to frame it. Sure, why not, I’m being an adult and buying real “art” so let’s do it! Boom, it will be $229.99. I’m sorry, I don’t get how this “art” thing works. I just want my walls to look pretty. Do I need to get some finger painting and get creative? Maybe I need to start going to those wine and paint studios, that way I make my own art and drink wine too. Yup, that sounds like a plan.

Just like that, I’m back to square one. Empty walls, crushed “art” dreams, yet another crude realization that being an adult sucks and a thirst for wine that can at least be remedied soon. Cheers!