— Neil Gaiman
From: julie911.tumblr.com
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
:)
May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.
From: julie911.tumblr.com
From: julie911.tumblr.com
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Friday, December 3, 2010
things that make my heart explode with happiness
1. acting
2. being a director and getting it down
3. running a kitchen/restaurant
4. making my mom snort with laughter
5. seeing other people in their "element"
6. spending time with you and your family
7. DS performances
what about you?
2. being a director and getting it down
3. running a kitchen/restaurant
4. making my mom snort with laughter
5. seeing other people in their "element"
6. spending time with you and your family
7. DS performances
what about you?
Thursday, November 18, 2010
:)
Today at the dinner table, with all the family around, my señora turned to me very frankly and asked if I was in love. Everyone went silent.
She and everyone else thought so because apparently my appetite is not the same it used to be!
She and everyone else thought so because apparently my appetite is not the same it used to be!
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Spain likes to party
Hello my faithful readers! All two of you (hi Cecily!!) deserve an UPDATE!
Things have been nice. I've been finally coming out of shell and feeling a bit more like myself lately. Which is always a good feeling.
I went to my first "botellón" (which is what the young and free do here to spend their evenings) with a lovely group of Spaniards and it felt like a high school drive-in. I was surrounded by hundreds and hundreds of youth, broken glass, plastic cups, and cars that were parked by the river to blast music (and it was a Monday night.) People just talk for hours until the wee morning hours. I left at 3AM and I was one of the first ones... I should have taken pictures so you can SEE the hoards of girls in sexy clothing and men wearing cologne and smoking strong cigarettes. It's such a sight. I'll do it eventually, I just didn't want to lug my Texas-sized camera on my first real date with Españoles....
Last weekend I participated in the Carrera Nocturna del Guadalquivir (the night run by the Guadalquivir river.) I signed up, all super cas. about it, and didn't know that it was a 12K until the day of. Ah, well. It was time that I started running distance again...! Anyhow, it started at 10 PM and there were 20,000 people there! Some serious athletes but also, men dressed up in drag and women wearing animal outfits. Even "Bob de Esponja" made an appearance. (Yes. SPONGEBOB!) And he got to the finish before me. No importa. I had a blast. Even though I needed assistance walking downstairs the next morning ;)
Spaniards know how to make EVERYTHING fun. Really. To them, it's not about WHAT you're doing--it's HOW you do it. And man are they good at that.
When I got to the finish line, I was so thirsty and I couldn't find water?
What was there TONS of instead? Beer!
Yes. Cruzcampo (Spain's leading beer company, owned by Heineken) was pouring thousands of cups of beer for everyone. I know athletes in the US would be horrified to hear this. In thirsty desperation, I lunged for a cup (alcohol-free, of course) and it was gone in 60 seconds. After that, I felt oddly refreshed and when I asked my señora about it later, she told me that a lot of people drink the alcohol-free beer in Spain for the yeast.
Well I'm off to go bake some chocolate cupcakes at a house. He's letting us use his oven!
Speaking of food, here are some photos :)
Things have been nice. I've been finally coming out of shell and feeling a bit more like myself lately. Which is always a good feeling.
I went to my first "botellón" (which is what the young and free do here to spend their evenings) with a lovely group of Spaniards and it felt like a high school drive-in. I was surrounded by hundreds and hundreds of youth, broken glass, plastic cups, and cars that were parked by the river to blast music (and it was a Monday night.) People just talk for hours until the wee morning hours. I left at 3AM and I was one of the first ones... I should have taken pictures so you can SEE the hoards of girls in sexy clothing and men wearing cologne and smoking strong cigarettes. It's such a sight. I'll do it eventually, I just didn't want to lug my Texas-sized camera on my first real date with Españoles....
Last weekend I participated in the Carrera Nocturna del Guadalquivir (the night run by the Guadalquivir river.) I signed up, all super cas. about it, and didn't know that it was a 12K until the day of. Ah, well. It was time that I started running distance again...! Anyhow, it started at 10 PM and there were 20,000 people there! Some serious athletes but also, men dressed up in drag and women wearing animal outfits. Even "Bob de Esponja" made an appearance. (Yes. SPONGEBOB!) And he got to the finish before me. No importa. I had a blast. Even though I needed assistance walking downstairs the next morning ;)
Spaniards know how to make EVERYTHING fun. Really. To them, it's not about WHAT you're doing--it's HOW you do it. And man are they good at that.
When I got to the finish line, I was so thirsty and I couldn't find water?
What was there TONS of instead? Beer!
Yes. Cruzcampo (Spain's leading beer company, owned by Heineken) was pouring thousands of cups of beer for everyone. I know athletes in the US would be horrified to hear this. In thirsty desperation, I lunged for a cup (alcohol-free, of course) and it was gone in 60 seconds. After that, I felt oddly refreshed and when I asked my señora about it later, she told me that a lot of people drink the alcohol-free beer in Spain for the yeast.
Well I'm off to go bake some chocolate cupcakes at a house. He's letting us use his oven!
Speaking of food, here are some photos :)
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| I made Arroz con Leche (rice pudding) and my señora and I were getting giggly from all the tasting... |
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| Alvarito (there are three Alvaros in the family...) is pretending to like my pudding, but in reality, he despised it |
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| Puente de Triana (Triana Bridge) Triana is the most fiercely spirited Sevillan barrio (neighborhood) and I love it |
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