Originally, summer was something that I was desperately awaiting. YAY! no more classes that teach me irrelevant things that will never help me reach the goal I want to reach, that will never help me to help the world. I was awaiting it with an exhausted mind, because (ironically) one of my biggest pet peeves is someone else wasting my time. But now that we're in summer, I'm sitting in my office feeling utterly bored and useless to the world in which I am living.

I was talking with a friend about our childhoods and what we once aspired to be (when we were younger). Of course everyone wanted to be a Marine Biologist. I wanted to be one too, but when I fully realized my intense fear of sharks (looking at a picture gives me a minor panic attack), I decided to look for something else. This is a recap of the past couple of years...

*thinking*....What were my other dreams?
To help people, maybe medically? I love Spanish, and Spanish-speaking people. Maybe I can help spanish speaking people, in a medical way. That's it! I'll become a nurse.
1 Year Later...
Oh wait, the nursing program won't let me study abroad. I can't stay in the God-forsaken town any longer.

Anthropology. Now that will be a nice start to doing other things, right? I can always build off of it. AND I can study abroad.
2 Years Later...
In archaeology class, wondering why the hell this lady thinks knowing that Tlaloc is the storm god of ancient Aztec society is relevant in ANY context, besides an archaeological anthropology context. What happened to my dreams, and how did I end up here?

Back to the conversation with Rachel. I started to realize that dreams change, in drastic ways. Things happen, people happen, and to expect specific circumstances and ideas to endure or to remain constant in the face of life changes and maturity is naivety in its purest form. I realize this is a simple idea, but what do I do with my former dreams?

I have fallen in love. I have lived far away, met people that helped formed me to form different views, seen places and things indescribable with my lacking vocabulary.

Does one need a Dream to pursue in order to live a fulfilling life? Who knows. I still would eventually like to help people, in SOME way. I think that is my ultimate Dream.
But now I am following micro dreams: Love Jerbear in a way that is selfless, humble, and (hopefully) holy (although that is daily become a Dream), build lasting relationships based in God's love that challenge me, graduate college, make enough money to buy a glass of wine now and then (or more?), etc.

Every time I sit in this office, sit through an asinine class, or realize that I am still in Columbia, not constantly doing things that will carry me to my ultimate Dream, I realize that THIS IS PART OF IT. *sigh*
I don't know what to say. This has all been a ramble.

I guess seeing my friends get married or move away or doing new things (etc.) keeps making me feel like I'm missing something.

We deserve it!

Animals are intelligent. Especially hominoids.
Although I am not convinced karma exists, I have a general belief that some people (or people in general) can do certain things to provoke consequences that are harmful to them.

This can occur in politics.
The economy.
Our daily lives.
Or at the zoo.
I realize zoos are primarily for educating the public, but...
This is what we get for locking them up and making a profit from them.


Zoo chimp 'planned' stone attacks:

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/science/nature/7928996.stm

it is disconcerting looking back at my last post, seeing how into the "movement" I was a few months ago, now that I have come to grasp the man's true strategies and fatuous beliefs. You know, that president for "change" and new beginnings. I am sorry to say it friends: we were duped, hoodwinked, fooled, mislead, how many other ways could I put it?
I'm not going to write more about it because it would be too much to put into one post, and because if I become any more furious about it my head might pop off and float away like a balloon.


a place I would like to see again soon...

















a something I am selfishly desiring more than anything right now...




















something that came out of nowhere and happens to be the best thing that has ever happened to me (besides Jesus of course)...


















hasta ahora.

OBAMA IS COMING TO COLUMBIA!
SAY WHAT?!?!
:-D

I was going to just give you the link to this article, but thought if the words were here you'd actually read it.

Taleban insurgents have killed at least 27 people travelling on buses in the southern Afghan province of Kandahar.
A Taleban spokesman said that all those killed in the attacks on three buses were Afghan government soldiers, but officials said they were civilians.
The attacks happened on Thursday but the bodies have only just been found, dumped over a wide area.
A number of the men were beheaded after the attack in the Maiwand district, local and military sources say.
A Taleban spokesman said its fighters had boarded the buses travelling on the province's main highway, removed men identified as soldiers and shot them.
Afghan officials said all the victims were civilians as soldiers travel in military convoys or by plane.
Kandahar province has seen fierce fighting in recent months.
The Afghan army and international forces are fighting a counter-insurgency campaign against anti-government forces in the south of the country, the BBC's Martin Patience reports from the capital, Kabul.
'Child killed'
The casualty figures could not be independently verified.

According to police in Kandahar, the militants failed to stop one bus, after which they opened fire, killing a child aboard the vehicle.
Stopping another bus carrying about 50 people, they killed 24 of those aboard and freed the rest, Kandahar police chief Matiullah Qateh was quoted as saying by Reuters news agency.
He added that women and children were aboard the buses involved in the attack.
An Afghan defence ministry spokesman, Gen Mohammad Zahir Azimi, was quoted by The Associated Press as saying a total of 31 people were killed.
Six of the dead were found beheaded in an area away from where the others were shot, the general explained. A village elder also said some of the dead had been decapitated.
Taleban spokesman Yousuf Ahmadi told AFP news agency that those killed were soldiers en route to Helmand province.
"We found government documents on them and we killed 27 of them," he said. "The rest, who were civilians, we freed."

-courtesy of bbc news.

I am exhausted.

My bike got stolen.
:(

Palin

Here are some words from a very intelligent man.


Obama and the Palin Effect

by Deepak Chopra

Sometimes politics has the uncanny effect of mirroring the national psyche even when nobody intended to do that. This is perfectly illustrated by the rousing effect that Gov. Sarah Palin had on the Republican convention in Minneapolis this week. On the surface, she outdoes former Vice President Dan Quayle as an unlikely choice, given her negligent parochial expertise in the complex affairs of governing. Her state of Alaska has less than 700,000 residents, which reduces the job of governor to the scale of running one-tenth of New York City. By comparison, Rudy Giuliani is a towering international figure. Palin’s pluck has been admired, and her forthrightness, but her real appeal goes deeper.
She is the reverse of Barack Obama, in essence his shadow, deriding his idealism and turning negativity into a cause for pride. In psychological terms the shadow is that part of the psyche that hides out of sight, countering our aspirations, virtue, and vision with qualities we are ashamed to face: anger, fear, revenge, violence, selfishness, and suspicion of “the other.” For millions of Americans, Obama triggers those feelings, but they don’t want to express them. He is calling for us to reach for our higher selves, and frankly, that stirs up hidden reactions of an unsavory kind. (Just to be perfectly clear, I am not making a verbal play out of the fact that Sen. Obama is black. The shadow is a metaphor widely in use before his arrival on the scene.) I recognize that psychological analysis of politics is usually not welcome by the public, but I believe such a perspective can be helpful here to understand Palin’s message. In her acceptance speech Gov. Palin sent a rousing call to those who want to celebrate their resistance to change and a higher vision
Look at what she stands for:
o Small town values — a nostaligic return to simpler times disguises a denial of America’s global role, a return to petty, small-minded parochialism.
o Ignorance of world affairs — a repudiation of the need to repair America’s image abroad.
o Family values — a code for walling out anybody who makes a claim for social justice. Such strangers, being outside the family, don’t need to be needed.
o Rigid stands on guns and abortion — a scornful repudiation that these issues can be negotiated with those who disagree.
o Patriotism — the usual fallback in a failed war.
o ”Reform” — an italicized term, since in addition to cleaning out corruption and excessive spending, one also throws out anyone who doesn’t fit your ideology.
Palin reinforces the overall message of the reactionary right, which has been in play since 1980, that social justice is liberal-radical, that minorities and immigrants, being different from “us” pure American types, can be ignored, that progressivism takes too much effort and globalism is a foreign threat. The radical right marches under the banners of “I’m all right, Jack,” and “Why change? Everything’s OK as it is.” The irony, of course, is that Gov. Palin is a woman and a reactionary at the same time. She can add mom to apple pie on her resume, while blithely reversing forty years of feminist progress. The irony is superficial; there are millions of women who stand on the side of conservatism, however obviously they are voting against their own good. The Republicans have won multiple national elections by raising shadow issues based on fear, rejection, hostility to change, and narrow-mindedness
Obama’s call for higher ideals in politics can’t be seen in a vacuum. The shadow is real; it was bound to respond. Not just conservatives possess a shadow — we all do. So what comes next is a contest between the two forces of progress and inertia. Will the shadow win again, or has its furtive appeal become exhausted? No one can predict. The best thing about Gov. Palin is that she brought this conflict to light, which makes the upcoming debate honest. It would be a shame to elect another Reagan, whose smiling persona was a stalking horse for the reactionary forces that have brought us to the demoralized state we are in. We deserve to see what we are getting, without disguise.

For a month or so since I had been back I had felt like my head was detached from my body. I wasn't in the mood to be in columbia, I desperately needed a job, I missed my friends and was looking for something to do to ground me. I applied at 8 different places for a job, and because I have kick-A availability for once I thought getting a job would be a piece of cake. Did I mention I didn't want to be in Columbia?

I didn't like the feeling of a detached head, or the confused feeling that was in my heart. Then my mom, a woman who follows teachings of Buddhism (among other belief systems) suggested that I go to an energy guide/ healer. I said, why not? I don't know what else to do!

The women that I went to was a friend of my mom's. she had studied energy healing for years with the most practiced Buddhists in the country. The belief is that everything in this universe has energy flowing in them. This energy flows in a fluid manner (a.k.a not in a rectangle fashion but more of like a figure 8) through our bodies. Also, throughout our bodies there are shakras, certain energy centers, that account for different things in the body, for example anger, grounded-ness, the physical body, etc. Sometimes certain happenings in your life can disrupt the energy flow of the body, and sometimes blockages can happen in your shakras, throwing the whole system off.

another part of this belief system is the belief that there is another dimension, a spirit world. They believe in energy beings in the same way that Christians belief in angels. They believe that there is a God who is pure love, and wants humans to experience this pure love, and that they have it secretly waiting inside them, waiting to be tapped into. the angels are there to help humans too, to restore their energy to it's original state so we can be at peace and able to love.

the woman didn't think "healer" was the right word for what she does. She called herself a conduit. That people have the capacity to restore their original energy flow by themselves, but don't know how to do it. She is there to call upon the angels and to use her own energy to nudge away the things blocking the fluidity of the self.

she placed her hands on me, starting at the toes, going up the legs, hips, stomach, chest, neck, and head. moving slowly. using her energy.

this woman told me that i needed to be patient. She told me that I am adventurous, loving, and intelligent. She told me that anger, whose shakra is the liver, was built up in my body, but that my body was so ready to get rid of it that it wasn't hard to nudge it away. she said that normally energy flows in the body in figure eights, but that my energy was blocked, therefore was not flowing at all, as if someone had built a wall in my abdomen that didn't allow the two halves of my body to be connected by proper energy flow.

she told me that the things i was looking for would find me. i then told her about my job frustrations. she said i will get the job i am supposed to have, and to worry is to not have faith in the fact that life will play itself out. stress in no cure, but patience is the only remedy.

I left her, feeling not only physically restored but more contented and patient in my previously scattered mind.

a month passed and i was beginning to get impatient again. who wants their parents to pay for their groceries?

then i was sitting in my favorite coffee shop, telling my friend that works there that the new guy working that day is a d-bag because he got the job i have wanted for years. She talked to her boss, and i was hired on the spot. i got the job i have wanted for 3 years.
then i was offered another job, which is equally has amazing as the first.

although i would still rather be elsewhere, that's no longer on my mind. i haven't felt this content in a very very long time. i am peaceful. i used to feel like i owned this town, but at the same time i never felt connected to it. when i came back to it after a year, and everything changed, i felt like it had slapped me across the face. and then, after a little time, i met new people, and the new people that i have met have been so welcoming and lovely people that they have re-invented this place for me. it's now my safe-haven. a place in which i feel like i am not only accepted and comfortable, but that my presence is a joy for them.

that is a great feeling.

Krishna Das

"A few weeks after Ram Das and I had been at Maharaj-ji's Hanuman temple, tucked in the majestic himalayan mountains, a day came when a curious and soul-searching Canadian entered the front of the temple. Now, Maharaj'ji was a busy man, always organizing the things in the village, ordering monks here and there for temple up-keep, always occupied with something and running around all over the place. The day the Canadian man entered, Maharaj-ji quickly asked, 'What are you looking for here, canadian? What do you seek to learn?' The canadian, who hadn't really thought of exact reasons for coming, suddenly became nervous and hesitant, and decided to say, 'I want to learn how to meditate.' Maharaj-ji let how a sudden, boisterous laugh. He looked at the man, and started to shoo him to the back of the temple, to the small room where Ram Das and I were sitting. Maharaj-ji said with a jovial tone, 'Go! Go back with the rest of your western friends, and meditate like Jesus.' This confused the Canadian, but he followed orders quickly because the short interaction with Maharaj-ji left him shaken and excited about actually being accepted into the temple. He came back to the room where we were all sitting on the floor. We all introduced ourselves and then we began to tell us the story of what had just happened. His account of Maharaj'ji didn't surprise us because we had already come to understand his colorful nature. But as we continued talking we were perplexed at why our Babba, as we called him, had told the canadian to pray like Jesus. We thought maybe he was trying to make him feel more comfortable in this new asian country by referring to this western God, Jesus. But we asked ourselves, 'Why did he say to meditate like Jesus? How did Jesus meditate?' We soon decided to ask Babba as soon as he came back in the room this very question. A few hours later, (he was a busy man) Babba came back into the room in his quick and lively manner to check on us. We greeted him, and then I asked him,'Babba, how did Jesus meditate?' The usually busy and lively man got very still. He slowly closed his eyes, slightly lifted his chin, and raised his arms, palms upward. He stayed like this for a couple minutes, everyone in the room was completely silent, watching him. Babba was so peaceful and calm that it seemed like he was completely removed from us, as if he were the only person in the room. Then, with his arms raised and chin tilted upward, a small, silent tear rolled down his cheek. He slowly opened his eyes and looked to us, and said 'He lost himself in Love.'"

-Krishna Das, stories about his time with Maharaj-ji, and learning what true Love is.

Ciao Ciao, ci sentiamo a dopo!

I've realized how quickly time moves. If you aren't really where you are, and always thinking about what, inevitably, will happen in the near future, day turns to night before you know it, and then night turns to day and all of a sudden you've returned to where you didn't want to be and wishing you could have had just a little more time.

i refuse to let that happen. especially in the final beautiful hours, minutes, and seconds that i have until the next times.

i just spent a week with roberto in Cinque Terre. five little towns settled in these little mountains but also kissing the charming italian coast. i am incredibly grateful that i was able to be THERE, in those moments, feeling every ray of the sun warming my body and every salty wave that i dove into, and i was able to truly enjoy every sip of fizzy white wine in between bites of focaccia, and savor every big hug and every silly kiss. i am very lucky that i only allowed myself a few moments of "oh crap, i'm leaving in a few days," (and only while roberto was sleeping), because had i be dreading my return (alone) to madrid, (and inevitably to the u.s.) the whole time, i wouldn't be as radiant as i am now from how happy the whole time was.

we slept in a tent.
i learned italian.
i shared everlasting moments alone with my favorite person in the world.


now i'm in madrid again. totally bumming out. feeling what is the accumulation 7 days of something i was not allowing myself to feel... Going Home

although i leave Europe with a substantially heavy heart, it is only in thinking of the of the amazing things it has given me this year. most abundantly, my friendships.

and although every second that i am writing this my throat is tight and my heart is sunk, and maybe my eyes are moist with warm tears, i know that this place will patiently await my return, and my friends will await me with open arms. to them i am forever grateful and indebted, and i am excited for the new moments we will have together.


giá mi manci, amore.

Esta poniendo negro...

It's getting down to the wire... with only a week left with my friends here in madrid, i find myself trying to cram as much time in with them as i can. I keep going out with them and having dinners with them and now i am tired! I'm having some alone-ish time right now and i just keep thinking about how i want to go grab a coffee or something with SOMEBODY! i don't want to leave these people!

I still have two exams left, both on thursday. this means i can't pick my parents up from the airport, but four of my friends have volunteered to go pick them up for me. four! and looking on the bright side... my parents are coming to see me! they've been having the best time for the past two weeks in Tuscany and in some remote village in the Swiss Alps, and now i get to show them the country and culture i have grown to love. (yes, it took growing). My friends and i are having a going away/birthday party that my parents are coming to, so we'll see how that turns out. I think we'll all have a grrreat time. maybe more mojitos?(?)

one thing i'm looking forward to in the next year: having a bike!


i don't want to leave.

Can't Study (?)...

So here in Spain it is 12:16 a.m. and i have an oral exam tomorrow about Processes of Social Change. The class is extremely difficult (for the spaniards too!), so i'm having trouble getting myself motivated to study...

I'm waiting for the sun to come back out... maybe tomorrow? sick of all cloudy-rain-tease weather! silly deserts.

Cassidy introduced me to a new artist, named Laura Marling, after she went to a concert with the bf. (a concert of who? i don't remember... Laura is grrreat!) Here is a clip. i think she has a beautiful voice, and in some of her songs i'm getting a french-esk-type-of-music feeling. Hope you like her as much as i do! thanks cassafrass.











And here's a picture of the island i'm going to with Rocco. :)

The weather is shaping up again! it has been raining for a week or so now and it was getting to be a bummer. i need my daily hour of sunshine or i get cranky!

finals are finally coming up. :( again with the catching up with the hundreds of pages of texts and what not. but it will feel good when they are over! (not because the semester is coming to a close, because frankly i'm not too excited about going home. simply for the fact that i don't have any more silly finals at complutense to stress out about).

things are pretty tranquilo aqui. still attempting to learn italian (which many of my italian friends have told me is a useless ability). lol. at least i'm still learning to cook italian. and a little czech goulash too.

i've also spoken with a couple of my friends back home, and they've been telling me how much things have changed and continue to change back home. not necessarily for the better, and not necessarily the people themselves, just circumstances and dynamic are changing. i guess that's ok. my roommate adeline has already told me that it's common for students who do year-long (even semester-long) study abroad always end up gravitating towards each other to reminisce about their old international friends and complain about being home. haha. i suppose i wouldn't mind that. especially since a lot of my friends are graduating or moving away! it'll be good to identify with people who have the same feelings/experiences.

i was going to go to the sigur ros concert with some really awesome people, and it was going to be freaking amazing to see them again, but it turns out i mixed up my months, and i'll be missing the concert and a couple of my friends by about a month and 3 days. tronzo. :(

on the lighter side, roberto and i decided where we are going to go in italy for a few days right before i leave for the states... we're going to camp out. :-D

7 days, 7 kilos... who cares! it's ITALY!

it's been a while friends! sorry i've been lazy.

since i last blogged many things have happened. the weather has improved greatly: 73 and sunny today, 80 and sunny tomorrow! i'm enjoying laying myself in the forcefully grown grass of Somosaguas (as madrid is a desert...no real grass) with my friends and soaking up the sun like a once-dying plant, relieved for another chance to photosynthesize. i think without the sun i'd be extremely cranky.


i went to italy with seven of my friends the last week of march/first week of april. we started off in the fashion city of Milan, though as the italians showed us around we came to agree with them that in itself, the city isn't SUPER impressive. it still has a beauty that is unique to italy, and it has a fun atmosphere.. but...the reason it ended up being (possibly) my favourite because we spent the majority of the two days and two nights in that rich city with roberto's personality-rich friends and family. best food i've ever eated: made joyfully by Roberto's mother, and roberto's friends used what english they had to really show us a great time. though i lost five euros in poker, i got to drink a little too much amazing italian wine and laugh myself to death. it was marvelous.












then we headed to Venice, in which we only spent (not even) a day. it was beautiful, but Roberto informed me (and i later realized first hand) that the majority of the people that make up the city arent' even italians, they are tourists. ha.











the next city we enjoyed was Florence, which ended up being (in reality) my favourite. it's big enough to be a city, but small enough to not be New-Yorkish. the older part of the city is separated from the newer part by a smooth, cheerful river, over which the brick-lined bridges carry the beautiful italians. the art and the architecture and everything about the city is quite enchanting. the streets are charming, lined with beautiful lampposts and most likely with historical somethings. i could see myself living in Florence some day.












the last city we were privileged to visit was the ancient and most well known city: Rome! the ruins (i have to talk about the ruins!) were magnificent, taking my imagination back to a mystical time in a way that my textbooks never could. it's not an exaggeration when they say that every time you turn a corner there's another historically-relevant building or place. it was ridiculous.
we saw the Sistene Chapel/the vatican. i climbed to the top of a castle and looked out over the beautiful city, surrouned by small mountains, the pointy tops of the old churches poking up through the ancient buildings surrounding them. it was a phenomenal experience.










as always, spending time with my amazing friends was an experience that i will cherish forever. they are nothing short of incredible. easy-going, fun-loving, intelligent, this list could go on a while. i am very lucky to have them here. :)
Between the panzeroti and the people, the awe-inspiring sites from the tops of churches and the beautifully-historical everything-elses, i think i'm in love... see you soon italy!



















p.s. about London/general life in a couple days. ciao friends.

BOOM!

My parents were supposed to come visit me this week for Holy Week, but i received a call from my mother on thursday (i think) saying that my dad's old intestinal problem, that started with a teen car crash, resurfaced suddenly and my mom had to take him to the E.R.. Intestinal blockage/swelling=extreme pain. Anyhoo, the doctors weren't sure if they're have to do surgery, and they had to keep him in the hospital, so they didn't want him to travel. therefore, i went to Valencia with my best friends! my dad is all better, so i don't feel bad for enjoying my time with my friends. :)

Anyway, every year in Valencia they have a week of where they put fallas (stationary floats) all over the city, closing off the streets and placing the fallas directly in between the apartment building and stores. The floats have some sort of political meaning (my wiser roommate Dawn just informed me), but i have no idea what any of them mean. On top of that, the whole week people are lighting and throwing explosives (not real ones, just firecrackers), constantly, all day. it sounded like a war zone. it was crazy. And at night, there are even more people out on the street, and the youth throw the firecrackers in the crowds of people. great fun, dodging those things, let me tell you.

But a few days into it (this year it was yesterday, wednesday) they light all of the floats on fire! Can you imagine, building-sized things just up in flames, lighting up and heating up everything around them? Too bad some of them cost up to 500,000 euros to make. I wonder how many people we could feed with 500K instead of burning tons of colored plastic. Nevertheless, it was pretty neat. Right before they light the big ones on fire, they shoot off a ton of fireworks. (figures).
anyhoo, here are some pictures.

There's also a beach in Valencia. that was the most fun. :)

I say this a lot, but i love my friends.




Giant Paella. (That's not the man, it's the rice.)





beach, boat, spanish kids having a little fútbol fun.





friends chillin.





this is right below the terrace of the apartment of the friends we were staying with. if you look closely, the guys have little piles of explosives right by their feet, from which they continuously grab and light the little annoying things.





Falla and fireworks.





Falla being burned, everybody taking pictures. Kind of cool.





Right outside the terrace.





Boy. :)





Friends. :-D

Appreciation

I have come to love my facultad here at Madrid's lovely Universidad Complutense. Here are some cool things about the Political Science/Sociology Building: Out of all of the buildings on campus, my facultad (building) is the only one in which, despite the "Prohibido de Fumar" signs every 5 meters, the entire building is hazy with cigarette/hash smoke, as these students don't believe clean air is really that necessary; out of all the people at complutense, the students en my facultad are the ones with the most piercings, the weirdest (don't give a damn) clothes, the most dreadlocks, and the most mullets; my facultad is in the part of campus about a 20 minute bus-ride away from the main, large campus, and this is because during the Franco era the students in my facultad (along with a couple others on this far away campus) were the ones staging the protests against Franco. Therefore he moved them far away so they wouldn't be a bother.

I am proud to call myself an Anthropology student, thus a student in the Ciencias Politicas y Sociología building. :) we rock!

Climbing in the mountains was amazing. It was a beautiful day (as it is today and will continue to be... yay spring!) and Roberto and I were the only non-czechs in the bunch. but we did grab a beer in the pueblo at the bottom of the mountain, and beer lead to conversation which lead to politics and we had some great discussions about our respective countries (Italy, Czech Republic, U.S.). i feel like everyone here, at least that i've met, is really aware of what's going on not only in at their home but also really educated and stay up-to-date on the goings-on EVERYWHERE! it makes for great, opinionated, many-sided discussions.

my czech friends (in that same conversation) told us that the English head over to the Czech Republic on the weekends to binge drink (because the beer is a pint for 1 euro). they just get sloppy drunk and then go home on sunday. HA!... they don't think it's very funny.

my parents are coming to spain on sunday! booyah!

then the week after that i'm going to Italy!! Roberto's going to teach me how to drive his stick shift. :-D

Happy Trails

:)

a birthday present. this dog is almost as big as i am. we spoon every night. :)

and remember that post from before?? cassidy got me the soundtrack. of course she did. love love.

i picked two classes so far: cognitive anthropology and urban anthropology. here we go again...

72 degrees this sunday. mountains here i come! i can't wait to hang out with my nerdy czech friend, Honza, again! :-D

counting down the days until italy...

Mi Obsesión

My Current Obsession.
Cuba. and the people in it. This is from the Movie "Habana Blues". Check it out.

Lyrics and (rough) Translation:

Hoy, miro a través de ti, las calles de mi habana
Tu tristeza y tu dolor, reflejan sus fachadas,
Es tu alma y soledad, la voz, la voz de esta nación
Cansada
Solos tu y yo, en la ciudad dormida
Solos tu y yo, besando las heridas
Hay habana
Cada vez te olvidabas más de ti, para apoyar mis sueños
Pero sé que lastimé tu corazon, jugando con tus
Sentimientos
Fue la luz, esa que robé dejando a oscuras tus deseos, eh, eh
Solos tú y yo, en la ciudad dormida
Solos tú y yo, besando sus heridas
Habana
Y tengo que dejarte ir, poniendo el mar entre los dos
Pagando el precio de otros que viven de la
Contradicción
Otra familia que quedó marcada por la separación
Como luchar, con ese sol con la política y con dios



Today, I look through you, the streets of my Havana
Your sadness and your pain, reflected in its facades
It's your soul and your solitude, the voice, the voice of this tired nation

Alone you and I, in this sleeping city
Alone you and i, kissing it's wounds
Habana

Every time forgetting yourself to support my dreams
But I know I hurt your heart, Playing with your feelings
It was the light, that which I stole from you, leaving your dreams in darkness

Alone you and I, in this sleeping city
Alone you and i, kissing it's wounds

And i have to let you leave, putting the sea between the two of us
Paying the price of others that live in contradiction
Another family marked by separation
Like fighting, with that sun and that policy and with God.

Study Buddies

Last trabajos for this semester! these are my faithful study buddies who always keep me company: Señor Vela, Señora Coke Light, and Cavallino. Cavallino had a clever, but obscure Italian name (as it was given to me by my Italian friend when i was having a sore day), but it was obscure enough that after a week i've forgotten it.
soon to join my study buddies and i: Abuelito Café Europeano. Por Supuesto!

i think all this staying up late is making me delirious.


de-lir-i-ous |diˈli(ə)rēəs|
adjective
•in an acutely disturbed state of mind resulting from illness or intoxication and characterized by restlessness, illusions, and incoherence of thought and speech.
• in a state of wild excitement or ecstasy : there was a great roar from the delirious crowd.
i prefer the feeling of the second definition, but you take what you can get. :)


give someone a hug today! hugs are glorious.