At age 30, one receives strength. – Talmud Today, I woke up in my childhood bedroom in my grandma’s house, which I’ve gotta say is not where I have ever imagined waking up on my 30th birthday. Honestly, I don’t feel much different from being still 29 yesterday, but now I’m officially a 30-something (oh gosh, I hate the sound of that!), which means that I’m expected to have it “together” now. I feel like at the age of 30 is…
When you spend every minute of every day together
By the end of this month, it will have been an entire year that D and I have been traveling together. That’s almost a whole year of being in each other’s faces 24/7. I can’t believe we haven’t ditched each other in a foreign country yet. Because we really get on each other’s nerves a lot most of the time. After so long of being together day in and day out, certain habits become increasingly annoying, and then we get excessively crabby with…
Finding romance in little gestures
I met D on the beach next to where I lived. It was on my turf. It was with my group of friends whom I played beach volleyball with every weekend. He was a guest of a friend. And it was that friend with whom I flirted with all day. But at the end of the day, it was D who asked me out. Before I could think of a suitable reply, I had said maybe and given him my…
[Montevideo] Two Years and a Special Dinner
As I was drafting this post, my heart led me in a different direction than what I originally intended. So, this week’s Foodie Friday takes on more of a personal flair, and the food part becomes secondary. Ironically, this post features probably the most interesting meal I’ve ever had. One day, while lunching at our favorite restaurant, Jacintos, in Old Town Montevideo, I noticed something new on their chalkboard menu. Cena de Invierno (Winter Dinner) and below it, 3 names,…
A Tale of Two Parasailers
About exactly one year ago, I was hanging off a harness 400’ above the San Diego coastline, marvelling at the vastness of our oceans. Parasailing wasn’t the thrilling adventure I’d imagined it to be (trust me, I was about to pee my bikini bottoms as I was getting strapped in), but rather a calming one. We hung in almost total silence with the sky surrounding us and the ocean below our feet. And my fear of heights? It disintegrated with…