Las estrellas

Sitting in the salon with Martina, conversing in broken Spanish making jokes about the life her ein Spain and all the minor vicotires we have had living in a foreign country. Thus we have composed a list of our minor accomplishments but in our eyes will always be epic.

1. Not imposing any violence on the construction workers that harass us when we walk. ( For the two of us being blonde we are often called to in the street AY RUBIA!! SLAVIKA!!! After the first 3 times you learn to ignore it or buy a pair of sunglasses.)
2. Battling the cockroaches in the apartment.
3. Calling the gas company on the telephone and speaking Granadino.
4. Returning a pair of pants to the department store.
5. Eating mystery meat at the tapas bar next to the butcher shop.
6. Traveling alone.
7. Carrying 10lbs of groceries back up a hill the size of mt. olympus.
8. Carrying gorceries up mt. olympus in heels because you have to look good when carrying gorceries while excercising your ass muscles.
9. Trying top convert bra sizes and explain to the women that work there that having small boobs is an okay thing and no we arent infertile.
10. Living 3 weeks without internet and not picking up the following habits: heroine, cocaine, singing on street corners, over shopping, over eating, or hanging out with the crazy man that sing volare on the corner of our street.
11. Cooking fish in the oven. So it came out as tough as steak, it was still edible.
12. Taking Spanish courses at the school and swearing only 2 times in your slavic language.
13. Giving directions to tourists that think you live here and having them make sense,.
14. Totally bullshitting directions to tourists and creepy men that just want to talk toyou in order to save your honor and urself from being encarcelated for domestic violence.
15. Seeing your mildly attractive spanish neighbor every morning in his towel and giggling like a school girl for only 3 minutes as oposed to the 5 minutes before.
16. Dodging the advancements of drunk men, spanish men, South african footballistas, old men that pinch, and small children that bite.
17. Stepping in dog pooh only 1 the entire time being here.
18. Managing to finf clothes while shopping where the pants arent too short or too long.
19. Not slapping people that stare at you like you are Hester Pryne because you hold arms with a girl.
20. Finding ourselves.

Job well done

xoxo
Worldly Woman and Martina

Sunday Sunshine

I cut a piece of stale crusty Spanish bread on a white  cutting board. The knife barely made its way through the bread as it made crumbs everywhere. All is silent, all is calm. Barefoot on the kitchen floor i feel the coldness seep in as my ligaments and tendons stiffen with its presence. I inhale in, wrapped in my scarf in the kitchen as i look out at the series of iron shades that are drawn down blocking out the light of the other neighbors. A door creaks below as i hear the only other footsteps at this hour of an old woman. A familiar tune breaks the silence below and rises up three floors to my ears. I know this tune well and it is normal for Sunday mornings. The sweet old woman begins to sweep as always as i make my way tot eh ledge to salute her. Dressed in her same nightgown and apron she sweeps the floor, clearing away the dirt from the week. Her white hair glistens as the light finds its way to it and brightens her aged skin. She smiles at me as i call to her. She continues her tune and it is a calming presence as i return to the kitchen. Sleep does not come easy as it is sunday i am drawn to cook. I prepare homemade chocolate cake with gnache frosting, eggplants in a roasted garlic cream sauce and homemade bruschetta chips for the hungry guests that are coming to dinner tonight. I sigh feeling accomplished at what i had done and leave the kitchen creeping quietly with the feet of a ballerina to the salon. Opening the old oak windows, trying to hush the noise of the rusty latch, i peer out onto the street which is deserted aside from those spanish adorned in their black garments on their way to mass. I stand in the window breathing in the fresh clean air. I close my eyes, my equilibrium off, and breathe in deep, not a thought in my mind aside from how and in what way will i spend the day. I decide to relax having been under the weather the past few days and i rest my age in the old rustic orange spanish chair. I can hear the humming of the woman in the distance and her melodic sweeps of the broom as i begin to drift off, finally at peace, and finally sleep finds me.

La vida

La vida es corto.. porque no vives la vida quieres?

Life is short, why not live the life you want.

un beso a todos
xoxo
Worldly Woman

Aprender de ti

In this life, we come into contact with a series of individuals. These people come into our lives and change us for the better. With each individual we meet, we have a series of learning experiences, we grow, we learn, and we create fond memories with them. During my time here in Spain i have met a plethora of people to which some poets describe as "rekindling the fire in the inner soul." Sometimes in our life our inner fire, our passion, our very being is extinguished or our flame dwindles untilw e come into contact with thos eindividuals that rekindle the inner soul and for them we need to be thankful. In spain i have met enough people to have ta fire that will last a lifetime. Last evening my roomates and i spent the good part of the evening sitting in our salon, surrounded by delicious creation chatting for 4 hours, cell phones off, computers shut down, just back to basics general appreciation for human interaction. A trait ot which i feel often gets lost in the hustle and bustle of daily life, planners, timelines, and deadlines. sometimes i think that we need to stop nd reexamen our life and stop and take a moment to appreciate those individuals to which truly make us feel alive and have made our lives better solely by just being a part of it.
A todos de ustedes, gracias :)

El canto del loco
Aprender de ti

mucho amor de Espana
Wordly Woman

Contigo

Solo quiero vivir contigo, solo quiero bailar contigo,

Te regalo mi amor

Hola a todos!
There is somthing about being in a bus station that often evokes thought. Something about the series of arrivals and departures that makes us stop and reflect on our own lives, where we are going, what we are doing and where we will end up. with our tickets in our hand we make our decisions and hop and take a leap of faith hoping it is the right choice. Sitting in the bus station this past weekend in anticipation to my trip to paradise, Salobrena a local beach here, i began to reflect on my time here in Spain and became lost in a series of daydreams. The song by Malu Blanco y Negro played in the background.
I began to stop and think that i never thought when i was 5 years old, let alone in highschool as well that i would ever be living abroad in a foreign country, fending for msyelf and creating such wonderful relationships with people from all over the world. It made me start to question whether or not my original plans in my future would hold true or would become lost like so many travelers do in a good book.
Boarding the bus and taking my seat, we left the station and traveled through the city and to the highway to the country which is painted with a series of green rolling hills with peaks and valleys. The terrain always is beautiful and never ceases to amaze me though i have taken this journey before. in the distance windmills turned calmyly providing energy to the small town below them. I watched the mills turn so slowly without a care as my mind became lost in thought and i began to sign along to Big and Rich as well as that songs of the Avett Brothers.
Arriving at the beach to see that it was family day, my friend and i not having  abthing suits stripped down to our underware and let the world see our bare pale asses. Kidding, Children streamed around us playing int he sand, the waves crashed inteh distance as my friend and i baked like an apple pie in the sun. the onyl ones brave enough to eneter the water were the slavs and germans to which the spanish looked and peered at in utter amazement and shock. ( the spanish are such pansies when it comes to the frigid weather haahh)
After 4 hours we foun doutrselves parked on a small beach hut sipping a cafe con leche gazing at the water until the time of our return ticket beckoned inthe background. We stopped at a local bread shop and returned to the bus stop prompty with our wheels of bread the size of a steering wheel, a 1.50 euro well spent and boarded the bus to belost again in thoguht concluding that our expeirence could best be described as a visa commercial:

Roundtrip ticket to salobrena-  10 euro

suntan lotion so you dont look like the spanish flag- 8 euro
Coffee on the beach 1.50 euro
Bread the size of a steering wheel 1.50
Finding peace in your soul... priceless

xoxxo
Worldy Woman

song of the day

Musica

Musica populares aqui en Espana

Canto del Loco. Contigo
Bebe, me fui
Malu, Blanco y Negro
Gypsy King, Trista Pena
Canto Del Loco, Puede ser
Moby, Wait for me

A taste of Spain from me to you. Afterall in this life Music is the one thing with or without words that gives us sanity, comforts us, and can express emotions that becomes lost to the written word.
Become lost :)

Sayings

http://vi.sualize.us/view/f53072d99b092ecd9d8ddcb3c98b05cf/

Saw this quote today in Spain and thought it was amazing

xoxox
Worldy Woman

Song fo the day
Moby, wait for me
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zKTwvqR6BiI&feature=related

Ocean

Sanity comes to us in many forms as does comfort. For some it can be a favorite song, others a food, and for most of us a place to which we can escape to. For me since my childhood this magical place has been the beach and to my fortune i have had the privelage of visiting one here in Spain. Salobrena is a coastal community here in Spain with picturesque beaches, historic islamic castle in the background, and a series of small scattered bars on the sandy beaches deserted given its time of year. I came to this place with my father, who visited me this past week. To have two forms of sanity in one place at one time was exactly what i needed. We perched ourselves on white stone rocks for nearly 30 minutes without conversation allowing ourselves to be lost in the sound of the ocean and wind in our hair. Thoughts and troubles seemed to fade and dance away as the cool breeze tossled about my blonde locks and i could feel all stress of the city life and its decision in general fade away. PErfection was ours and it was just what i needed. Strolling along later we found ourselves nestled on a small bar on the beach scattered with broken umbrellas and the sweet smell of paella in the background. We sat down accompanied by Spanish families whose children littered the beach playing enjoying its many treasures. There is nothing like the sound of children's laughter to reminds that you sometimes in life you need to stop and laugh and take it for all it is worth. The purity of a childs laugh brought smiles to the faces of both myself and my father as a ray of sun as if destined hit our table at the exact moment. Serenity was ours as we drew in a long sip of refreshment watching life pass us by. A reminder of one of the most beautiful things we possess: Life.

With love from Spain

Worldly Woman

Song of the day:

Avett Brothers, I and Love and You.

HAPPY INTERNATIONAL WOMENS DAY!

HAPPY INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S DAY!

A day to celebrate all the wonderful women in your life, the achievements of great women of the past and a day to remember that for us females, anything is possible!

Aretha Franklin: Respect

Note: International Woman's Day and Mardi Gras on the same day, this day indeed IS all about boobs.