Monday, October 10, 2011
Life back home
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Vogue, Shape, and rabbit food
My appologies for not writing. since my arrival back to the USA i threw myself in about 1 million directions trying to keep myself occupied which ultimately gave me pneumonia. You know how women are, we like to multi task, keep ourselves in shape, and try to accompklish a list the size of China in one day. My time off I spent resting and reading a series of magazines ranging from Bon Appetit, Shape, Vogue, and anything with a colorful cover. I flipped through the thin smooth pages gazing at everything from how to make homemade tiramisu, the newest swimwear for every shape, and a series of ads trying to sell me everything from bandaids to viagra. ( no thank you) But one theme remainded constant throughout them all which caused me to think: When did women get this way?
If they weren't teaching me how to make my favorite dishes 500000 calories less by taking fewer bites while chewing they were offering me pills to make my backside look just like Giselle from victoria Secret. It sincerely amazed me the number of products on the market for women right and how the perception of woman has changed from wholesome to flip me over orange glazed pixie stick. it was truly amazing. I flipped back through the magazine and looked for articles targeting men. The normal half dressed woman in a pose her mother would shriek if she saw it, were the only ads. I began to think to myself women have it tough. I mean nowadays if you arent a size 2, you mind as well join Shamu at seaworld and if you dont have the body of a gilette goddess then dont bother going to the beach.
99% of the articles focused on the upcoming season and the one thing on everyone's mind from college students to mothers alike. Summer. Most pages and articles presented skillfully planned agendas on how to lose 48 lbs by drinking grapefruit juice and and doing crunches in your chair at work. From my readings i compiled a list according to the media that women NEED to do in preparation to bare it all. First there is waxing, thats right the glue that gets ripped off by a complete stranger from everyplace from your eyebrows, your top lip, under arms and well... umm... you get the picture. Then comes the teeth whitening so when you are laying on your beach blanket this year your teeth can be a bright and serve as a lighthouse bellowing to all these over oiled men ( or women) on the beach. Third the return of the retainer. Thats right that you opt out to wear all year long finds its way back into your nighttime routine as you sleep there open mouth gaped mouth full of metal to have those straight teeth. Next the gym, your new home away from home and current address until 5 weeks from April 25 ( the official swimsuit season) You Zumba, run, lift, crawl, and crunch your way to swimsuit shape all the while trying not to pass out. And lastly rabbit food, any form of substance that a fluffy bouncy rabbit would find appealing except for those cadbury easter eggs. These articles amazed, bewildered, and shocked me. "The things that women do all in the name of beauty and a season that lasts 3 months", i sighed. I wonder if men are flocking to salons to have their Queen Elizabeth waxed. I'll let you know. :)
xoxo
Worldly Woman
Deluka
Mean Streak
If they weren't teaching me how to make my favorite dishes 500000 calories less by taking fewer bites while chewing they were offering me pills to make my backside look just like Giselle from victoria Secret. It sincerely amazed me the number of products on the market for women right and how the perception of woman has changed from wholesome to flip me over orange glazed pixie stick. it was truly amazing. I flipped back through the magazine and looked for articles targeting men. The normal half dressed woman in a pose her mother would shriek if she saw it, were the only ads. I began to think to myself women have it tough. I mean nowadays if you arent a size 2, you mind as well join Shamu at seaworld and if you dont have the body of a gilette goddess then dont bother going to the beach.
99% of the articles focused on the upcoming season and the one thing on everyone's mind from college students to mothers alike. Summer. Most pages and articles presented skillfully planned agendas on how to lose 48 lbs by drinking grapefruit juice and and doing crunches in your chair at work. From my readings i compiled a list according to the media that women NEED to do in preparation to bare it all. First there is waxing, thats right the glue that gets ripped off by a complete stranger from everyplace from your eyebrows, your top lip, under arms and well... umm... you get the picture. Then comes the teeth whitening so when you are laying on your beach blanket this year your teeth can be a bright and serve as a lighthouse bellowing to all these over oiled men ( or women) on the beach. Third the return of the retainer. Thats right that you opt out to wear all year long finds its way back into your nighttime routine as you sleep there open mouth gaped mouth full of metal to have those straight teeth. Next the gym, your new home away from home and current address until 5 weeks from April 25 ( the official swimsuit season) You Zumba, run, lift, crawl, and crunch your way to swimsuit shape all the while trying not to pass out. And lastly rabbit food, any form of substance that a fluffy bouncy rabbit would find appealing except for those cadbury easter eggs. These articles amazed, bewildered, and shocked me. "The things that women do all in the name of beauty and a season that lasts 3 months", i sighed. I wonder if men are flocking to salons to have their Queen Elizabeth waxed. I'll let you know. :)
xoxo
Worldly Woman
Deluka
Mean Streak
Monday, April 18, 2011
Whispering
Here is a series of Music and groups i have picked up on my Travels that i have found to be hauntingly good. sometimes we can't find the words or the proper comfort for our current emotion and music is the only form of consolment :)
The Civil Wars
- Barton hollow*
-the violet Hour
-Girl with the Red Balloon*
-Falling*
-20 Years
Florence and the Machines
-Dog Days
-Kiss with a Fist
-Drumming*
El Canto del Loco
-Puede Ser
-Contigo
-Peter Pan
-Aprender de Te
Tinie Temprah
-Written in the Stars
Dj Tiesty
-Ecstacy
All
Rulo y la Contrabanda
-La cabecita Loca
La fuga-
-Ganas
Mumford &Sons
-I gave you all
-Blank Page
-Little Lion Man
The Civil Wars
- Barton hollow*
-the violet Hour
-Girl with the Red Balloon*
-Falling*
-20 Years
Florence and the Machines
-Dog Days
-Kiss with a Fist
-Drumming*
El Canto del Loco
-Puede Ser
-Contigo
-Peter Pan
-Aprender de Te
Tinie Temprah
-Written in the Stars
Dj Tiesty
-Ecstacy
All
Rulo y la Contrabanda
-La cabecita Loca
La fuga-
-Ganas
Mumford &Sons
-I gave you all
-Blank Page
-Little Lion Man
Funday Monday
Adjustment has always been a part of life. If you look at science it is written everywhere we see it with adaptations and a perfect example resulting in evolution. We adapts our current selves to survive and propser in our new surroundings no matter how foreign they feel. No pun intended :)
My adjust ment back to the states has been strange and a wee bit draining inthe beginning but as i develop a schedle ad routine and with Graduate School just a few weeks away my mind is busy in a series of different modes. though somedays a voice or soemthing that remid sme of Spain presents itself but it is nothing a good Heineken can't resolve. Ahh yes among the many talents i have picke dup in Spain such as teacher certification, 101 new spanihs recipes, and the ability to do the Salsa i now can down a Heineken in less than 10 seconds. Kidding!! Needless to say just becuase i may not be in the country itself i will always carry a part of Spain with me, no seriously i took a large rock from the Sierra Nevada and it sits by my bedstand. It is amazing what you can hide in a good pair of Gucci edition boots! Additionally as i change my room over from the past a series of fond memories i will replace them with sme of the new 245 pictures i have conveniently printed at CVS and surround myself with my second home. Pictures a lost art in my opinion as everyone relies on the one thing that we could lose eventually, our memory ( i pray not) i find that a picture, a simple photograph will always capture a wonderful memory, an emotion, love, a favorite landscape which you can bring with you everywhere and cherish it. Surrounding yourself with such indestructable paper memories will remind us of our many accomplishments we have in this life and remind us everyday to push forward for in the end anything is possible.
xoxo
Worldly Woman
Band: The civil Wars
My adjust ment back to the states has been strange and a wee bit draining inthe beginning but as i develop a schedle ad routine and with Graduate School just a few weeks away my mind is busy in a series of different modes. though somedays a voice or soemthing that remid sme of Spain presents itself but it is nothing a good Heineken can't resolve. Ahh yes among the many talents i have picke dup in Spain such as teacher certification, 101 new spanihs recipes, and the ability to do the Salsa i now can down a Heineken in less than 10 seconds. Kidding!! Needless to say just becuase i may not be in the country itself i will always carry a part of Spain with me, no seriously i took a large rock from the Sierra Nevada and it sits by my bedstand. It is amazing what you can hide in a good pair of Gucci edition boots! Additionally as i change my room over from the past a series of fond memories i will replace them with sme of the new 245 pictures i have conveniently printed at CVS and surround myself with my second home. Pictures a lost art in my opinion as everyone relies on the one thing that we could lose eventually, our memory ( i pray not) i find that a picture, a simple photograph will always capture a wonderful memory, an emotion, love, a favorite landscape which you can bring with you everywhere and cherish it. Surrounding yourself with such indestructable paper memories will remind us of our many accomplishments we have in this life and remind us everyday to push forward for in the end anything is possible.
xoxo
Worldly Woman
Song: Barton Hollows
Band: The civil Wars
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Little Bit of Sunshine
Adjusting back to life in the USA has been a rollercoaster experience but nevertheless one that is filled with smiles and Sunshine. The number one question on everybody's mind is " How was Spain", " Are you going to go back". Spain has been the best decision that i have made and i never regret my experience for anything. During the 3+ months i had been living there enveloped in the culture i began to grow and find myself and now i come home with a clear idea and plan of what i want to do. I feel like a new person, with a smile on my face and alot of stories to share. All you have to do is ask .
Song of the day
xoxo
Worldly Woman
Song of the day
xoxo
Worldly Woman
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
El vuelo
The airport, a symbol in itself. A series of planes arrive and depart everyday bringing people to their desired destination. Bringing together friends, seperating lovers, Reuniting child and mother. The airport is the one place where human emotion is in clear sight. There is no hate, there is only tears of joy, tears of sorrow, and jubilation. the planes arrive to the portals eager to stay on schedule taking its travelers to their desired or necessary point of interest in a fixed ammount of time. We sit there in our seats trying to maintain our composure while our emotions are buckled into our seats as we hol don for dear life as the plane takes off, which makes everything real.
Departing from Granada, the sun was shinning the birds were singing, the total opposite of what was hidden besides my forced smile. I awoke that morning, rolled over in the immense bed, not wanting to get up. My lack of sleep was clearly visible in the pockets of my eyes as i walked across the old Spanish tile floor to the window. In the distance was the Sierra Nevada, beautiful white and brilliant it shown, still covered in snow while the thermometer read a cool 26C. Showering and preparing myself i said my goodbyes and farewells as she loaded my bags into teh car. A series of hugs and kisses and tidings of good luck from the sincere individuals and a small old man who wished me a safe flight and to return soon, he could read my mind. I loaded the car looking over at the driver with sadness in my eyes as it pulled out of the driveway through the large iron gate as the dogs, Tula, chased the car. Driving through the hills comfort was given but words could not be found as i was hoping that the car would somehow become lost. Arriving at the airport, my flight delayed we waited the entire time. Lost without words, wanting to say soo much but nothing was able to escape our dry mouths aside from a series of humorous jokes and idioms in Spanish trying to break the unerving silence. FLIGHT TO JFK, i gathered my things.
We walked to the gate with sadness in our eyes as comfort was found in an embrace and traditional cheek kisses as I walked through the security lines, i was shaking the entire time. After passing i looked back to see tears streaming down the sunkissed cheeks of what i was leaving behind. A hand was raised inteh air wavng a signal of goodbye as I burst into tears and tyring to stand, be strong, and contuine to get onto the flight. I walked clutching my passport in hand outside to the plane which was siutated against the backdrop of the rocky landscape. I looked back at the series of faces in the large waiting area window crying and waving goodbye to all of us. That was when it hit me. Reality. I looked back over my shoulder, my cheeks stained with tears to see the familiar faces waving with tears in the window as i walked away from, a hand pressed against the glass. Boarding the plane, a window seat, i let me emotions loose and cried the entire first flight. the man next to me offered "panuelos" tissues for the entire flight offering words of consolment in simple Spanish.
Arriving to Madrid, my flight late, i ran through the airport at full speed with two bags through customs, to catch teh train. Teh stress, the emotions, the travel was not wearing on me and relief was found when i made the second flight. The door closed sealing my fate, making my decision final and i began to cry again, an accumulation of all the emotions and withheld feelings from my Spain adventure poured out for the first 4 hours of my flight until i found solace and relaxation and sleep overcame me. When i awoke in the distance i saw the USA, New York, the city littered with skylines and skyscrapers and trees, i was ifnally home,. I am home, i said ot myself as a tear rolled down my face, as i was happy to finally be safe in my own country after the difficult week i had. I exited the plane composing myself with all the otehr passengers, going thorugh customs to which a pale faced polish man said ot me welcome home miss to which the emotion of jubilation finally overcame my face as i proceeded to collect my bags. Turning the corner i walked down the hallway in the distanc ei saw two figures. I knew who they were my parents, my mother and my father i wanted to run to them i wanted to cry, but i had nothing left. All i needed and wanted i found when the two of them embraced me. Estoy segura, estoy a casa relaja, relaja.
xoxox
Worldly Woman
Departing from Granada, the sun was shinning the birds were singing, the total opposite of what was hidden besides my forced smile. I awoke that morning, rolled over in the immense bed, not wanting to get up. My lack of sleep was clearly visible in the pockets of my eyes as i walked across the old Spanish tile floor to the window. In the distance was the Sierra Nevada, beautiful white and brilliant it shown, still covered in snow while the thermometer read a cool 26C. Showering and preparing myself i said my goodbyes and farewells as she loaded my bags into teh car. A series of hugs and kisses and tidings of good luck from the sincere individuals and a small old man who wished me a safe flight and to return soon, he could read my mind. I loaded the car looking over at the driver with sadness in my eyes as it pulled out of the driveway through the large iron gate as the dogs, Tula, chased the car. Driving through the hills comfort was given but words could not be found as i was hoping that the car would somehow become lost. Arriving at the airport, my flight delayed we waited the entire time. Lost without words, wanting to say soo much but nothing was able to escape our dry mouths aside from a series of humorous jokes and idioms in Spanish trying to break the unerving silence. FLIGHT TO JFK, i gathered my things.
We walked to the gate with sadness in our eyes as comfort was found in an embrace and traditional cheek kisses as I walked through the security lines, i was shaking the entire time. After passing i looked back to see tears streaming down the sunkissed cheeks of what i was leaving behind. A hand was raised inteh air wavng a signal of goodbye as I burst into tears and tyring to stand, be strong, and contuine to get onto the flight. I walked clutching my passport in hand outside to the plane which was siutated against the backdrop of the rocky landscape. I looked back at the series of faces in the large waiting area window crying and waving goodbye to all of us. That was when it hit me. Reality. I looked back over my shoulder, my cheeks stained with tears to see the familiar faces waving with tears in the window as i walked away from, a hand pressed against the glass. Boarding the plane, a window seat, i let me emotions loose and cried the entire first flight. the man next to me offered "panuelos" tissues for the entire flight offering words of consolment in simple Spanish.
Arriving to Madrid, my flight late, i ran through the airport at full speed with two bags through customs, to catch teh train. Teh stress, the emotions, the travel was not wearing on me and relief was found when i made the second flight. The door closed sealing my fate, making my decision final and i began to cry again, an accumulation of all the emotions and withheld feelings from my Spain adventure poured out for the first 4 hours of my flight until i found solace and relaxation and sleep overcame me. When i awoke in the distance i saw the USA, New York, the city littered with skylines and skyscrapers and trees, i was ifnally home,. I am home, i said ot myself as a tear rolled down my face, as i was happy to finally be safe in my own country after the difficult week i had. I exited the plane composing myself with all the otehr passengers, going thorugh customs to which a pale faced polish man said ot me welcome home miss to which the emotion of jubilation finally overcame my face as i proceeded to collect my bags. Turning the corner i walked down the hallway in the distanc ei saw two figures. I knew who they were my parents, my mother and my father i wanted to run to them i wanted to cry, but i had nothing left. All i needed and wanted i found when the two of them embraced me. Estoy segura, estoy a casa relaja, relaja.
xoxox
Worldly Woman
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