jumpin jellyfish

Did he just say, "Guegenfloopt?"

2009-06-06T09:26:00.001-05:00

I'm starting to think that German isn't actually a language. And they all are playing a game to see how long I'll go along with it. "Hey Yall, Let's say 'floodle putz' and see if she will believe that it's actually a word!"

Mantra

2009-04-13T22:50:00.007-05:00

I’m feeling very Buddhist today. I’m here (in Utah), but not here(for much longer). I’m awake, but deep in thought. I am in this reality, but waiting for the next. I am nothingness. Ohmmmmm.

Marco and I don’t know what is next. When, where, how, for how long...I guess you could say we are just spinning in the Wheel of Samsara. We are at the beginning, waiting for the journey, waiting to be birthed into life. I am learning to see it as a happy place of newness and the unknown. The unknown is a good thing because it means adventure and that anything can happen. Whatever will happen, will happen. (Even if we have to move to Seattle.) Even if we are poor, or sick, or bored…things will always change. Nothing last forever, so just go with it….ohmmmmmm, again.

In Buddhism, there are Four Noble Truths followed by The Eight Fold Path, followed by a lot of explanation on how to follow that path. But they basically say that all suffering comes from clinging too tightly to material things, living too far to the extremes, not having a right state of thought or intention, and by being too dependent upon our personal desires. Suffering is life, life is temporary, and all things change. There is also a concept of Wu Wei, which is to let go and to free ones’ self. If you are stressed out, you are not Wu Wei. If you are cold or hot, your body is not Wu Wei. If your bank account is empty or overflowing, it is not Wu Wei. To truly “wu wei,” you must flow effortlessly like the river. Nothing matters, but all is important. To drink, but not to drown, etc, etc. So, let go of trying to have control and just flowwwwwww, ohmmmmmmm.

Buddhism and Taoism are two of my favorite religions/philosophies because I see it as very much like the life of Christ. Obviously that could cause a ”gassssp!!!” from many a Bible Toter, but its true. Christ was the embodiment of peace and love. He was a humble man. A hippie from Nazareth telling everybody to love each other and share all that you have. He even said to love people who hate you! But the Wu Wei of Jesus is really clear when he said stuff like, “if they hit you on the cheek, just turn to the other one,” or “sell everything you own and follow me.” (Material things don’t matter=The essence of Buddhism) Meanwhile, the Romans were building, and expanding, and developing, and exploring, and conquering. Then along comes Zen-Jesus saying, “Be like the child, be humble, live a simple life, be a fisherman of men, be a servant, wash yucky feet.” The Jews wanted the Messiah to tear it all down and beat up all the Romans and kick ‘em out and take over. But no. Jesus said, “to love is the greatest thing.” Buddhism is really good at the loving/compassionate stuff. In The Eight Fold Path it says not to kill anything, steal anything, harm anything, and not to even think harmful thoughts. Most Buddhist are vegetarians (comme moi) cause they don't want to harm animals.

Jesus lived simply, he loved deeply, and gave everything for the ones He loved. But he also said for us to do it too! To let it all go and just be. Be joyful, be loving, be peaceful, be kind, be gentle, be patient and wu wei like the river. Ohmmmmmm.

So I guess that's why I’m feeling Buddhisty. Because I know everything will work out. The unknown is only unknown to me, but God knows. Whatever happens will happen…ohmmmm.

engagement

2009-03-20T16:57:00.001-05:00

I knew very soon that I loved Marco and that I wanted to marry him. Mostly I just had a feeling of, "Uh-Oh, my life is never going to be the same again." We had discussed marriage many times, we imagined what our kids would look like, where we might live, and we both knew where the other stood - we wanted to always be together.
I looked forward to all the traditional events of an engagement, wedding, and marriage like any girl does; with tremendous excitement and giddiness. But the clash between fantasy and reality became more and more evident as our relationship neared the 3 year mark, and I couldn't help but feel guilty and even dumb for having expected life to be like in the movies.
What I got wasn’t picturesque, but I couldn’t have asked for anything more real. Marco is genuine and down-to-earth, as is our relationship. So it should have come as no surprise when he proposed to me in my living room, surrounded by laundry and while I was wearing yoga clothes.
Yet in that moment, the moment you dream of, the moment where you’re supposed to gaze into each other's eyes and kiss and whisper sweet nothings at sunset, I remember feeling alone and confused. Alone, I suppose, because for the first time in my life I was making a decision that I couldn't ask anyone else to help me make. Not only that, but it was a huge, huge decision, a "til death do us part" kind of decision. So, before I could answer him, I broke down crying. Not a cute, romantic cry, oh no. It was a gooey, snotty, gasping cry. My mind was whizzing a million miles per hour while everything was moving in slow motion. And there he was, smiling nervously up at me and waiting.
Of course I was thrilled, and of course I wanted to marry him, but this was it? It was happening now? Already? In my living room?
As I sniffed and wiped away tears, I realized I was crying and snot-ing all over the one person who would be there for me to cry and snot all over for the rest of my life. I felt wanted, I felt needed, and most of all, the ring was perfect.
We sat cuddled together on the floor as I recovered from my nausea and near-panic attack. And then we prayed together. I felt a calm and peace cover me and I knew I was making the right decision. We were bringing God into our marriage right from the start, and I believed that only me, Marco, and God, together could make this work. (Even though I was a total mess).

Utah Salt Flats

2009-03-20T16:42:00.002-05:00

Lately

2009-03-02T18:35:00.001-06:00

A few days ago my Russian friend, Vlas, asked me, “What are you doing now in life?” And though I knew he meant to say something along the lines of, “What are you up to?” the way he phrased it made me start to wonder. I am unemployed. I am endlessly job searching. I am basically floating. To some it sounds great, but after a few days of “ahhh, nothing to do,” it quickly becomes, “Arrrr! I have nothing to do!” It almost feels like the calm before a storm, and I can smell the rain coming. But for now I have to realize that this is a peaceful time. How much longer will I be able to sit up until 3am writing? Or watch four consecutive episodes of celebrity hot-bods followed by two episodes of Lost? I look forward to the minute Marco comes over everyday because I have been alone all day and even if he just tells me about his group partner who had something in their teeth, I love it.
Being bored can start to wear on you, so I have to be strategic about how I do things. Other wise, I might find myself vacuuming twice in one day like I did a few weeks ago. I have already made my way through 4 novels, 3 self-examination books, 2 world religions books, a wedding planning journal and a book about what to expect in my first year of marriage. I have also extensively researched the local Mormon culture, which even included a trip inside their holiest of holy sites, the Temple. I have found it all to be both enlightening and fascinating!
I have met the managers of every Starbucks, bookstore, café, bistro, and grocery store within a 5-10 mile radius of my home in search of an income. And a few days ago I had a wonderful conversation with Dobby, the cat who prowls around in Marco’s apartment building.
Of course there are days that I am bored and lonely, but I have to get out and find something to do. Otherwise Dobby the cat will mock me in his crabby British accent, “Haven’t you any life, my dear?”

Painting

2009-01-26T16:34:00.002-06:00

My life is beginning to resemble a beautiful painting. Each brush stroke is a moment, a walk in the evening, a day in the city, a kiss, a fight. Individually they are all just strokes of one color or another, but together they are my life, and its slowly becoming a masterpiece.
Stroke after stroke of the brush just makes my life more complex and more wonderful. And there are days like today, just an average boring day that I step back and look at the big picture and think "that's really something, something special and amazing. The artist bringing all these colors together is really making something beautiful." I am thankful for all the colors of adventure and vibrancy brushed all through my life, but also for the shadows and splotches, because it all blends and fades into this one beautiful painting.

WATER

2008-11-21T14:12:00.003-06:00

What if you went around the world and asked kids from every level of society and from every continent in the world, "What does water smell like?" Some kids, like here in America, would say "that's silly, water doesn't have a smell." Because we have clean, clear, running water. Or kids in Switzerland would say "its smells like the mountains or nature" because even their tap water is like fresh, bottled, springwater. But maybe a little girl in Senegal would say "it smells like chemicals or gasoline," because she walks everyday to the river and carries water back in an old jug she found on the road. Or a little boy in India might say, "It smells like garbage and waste," because the water is so contaminated and there are no dumping restrictions. Or kids in the Favelas of Brasil would say "It smells like drainage," because they have streams running through their make-shift villages that are the drainage ditches from the city.
When I was in India, I saw poverty like you can't imagine until you are there. Beggars aren't asking for money - they are asking for water. "Tanda Pani, Dee Dee? Tanda Pani?" in Hindi means "Cold Water, Auntie, Cold water?" I will never forget all the precious Hindi babies surrounding me in the street begging, actually BEGGING for a drink when they saw me take out my water bottle from my bag. They stood all around me with their mouths open and their little hands cupped for me to pour it into their mouths. Little mouths full of sores, missing teeth, rotting teeth, cracked lips. I felt helpless after I had poured the last drop into their tiny mouths, but those who did get a sip were so greatful. And my heart broke into a thousand pieces.
Today I am thankful for water. When you take a drink today, what does it smell like?

today

2008-06-17T15:50:00.003-05:00

I started on Saturday working for DKNY and i really like it! The dressers and sellers and designers are so nice! We get delicious catered breakfast and lunch everyday...mmm. But the days are long; i worked for 12 hours today in 5 inch heels! ouchie! BUt the clothes are amazing and the clients are from all over the place: Turkey, Russia, South Africa, all over Europe. I LOVE it. I'm just really tired and I can't seem to beat this sniffly cold.

I still don't have a cell phone, or an alarm clock, though. (Marco calls my apartment to wake me up in the mornings.
Everything is goin' gooood.

smells when i was little...

2008-02-24T16:02:00.003-06:00

Dad: ...like blue vinyl seats heated in the sun, sweat and lawnmower dust, sunscreen and baseball-glove leather, shaving cream and Dow's chemicals and car oil. But on Sundays he smelled like coffee breath, cologne and ironing starch.
Mom: ...like clorox and the sweet perfume that came in the little bottle with the dove on top, and like alcohol swabs and hairspray, black pepper, and basil. Like lotion and laundry detergent and plastic on her stethescope that pokes into you when she hugs you.

Beach Days:

2008-01-26T15:45:00.000-06:00

Beach Days:
Running across the sand. The searing powder stretches out before me. Surely I am bleeding by now. I must reach the cool waves and quench this pain.
"Stop!" She yells. "Sunscreen!"
How can I stop? I can't go back, I'll lose my feet! I see the sea and feel this baking pain. From one foot to the other each sizzling in the sand. I imagine turning back on bloody nubs, my feet left behind like that broken bottle or that dead crab.
"Sunscreen!" She calls again.
I think I will die. The cool waves lapping, children laughing, my feet burning.
She's threatening now.
I know I'll lose my snow cone later. oh, how she tortures!

Owa! Its in my eyes! The stinging cream runny on my sweaty forehead. She slathers the coconut-y goo in my ears and down my neck. I love the smell of it. It smells like her and swimming lessons and picnics. It smells like heat and childhood.
"Aaand done."
Those magic words, the shot from the gate. Across the fiery, gravely beast and into the salty sea. Splashing, jumping, falling, waves knocking be to and fro. The cool water stings in every cut and shrivels my lips.
In the car going home I am a salty prune with sand in every crevice. Sitting on a towel, the radio humming me to sleep. She carries me and her voice is just a mummer.
Just another long summer day.

Ah, Love.

2008-01-03T12:16:00.000-06:00

Love feels like every dream I've had, or every childhood ambition could easily happen. It makes me feel like I will be a famous supermodel, and own a Tea Shop and a health food store, and teach yoga and ESL, and be a dancer on Broadway and a missionary in Africa while Marco goes to the Olympics and is an International business man, and a Pro Skateboarder, and we both are Ambassadors to foreign countries on the weekends! Because Love makes everything seem possible. But at the same time, Love also feels like, "well, even if all those things don't happen, thats okay too cause we can just stay home and watch a movie and play board games!" Thats the best part! If it all happens, or if none of it happens, I'll still be just as happy as ever, because we will still be together and still have love.
Of all the places I can dream of going, the best of anyplace I can imagine is right where I am, as long we are together.
It isn't foolishness, or maybe it is, but its happiness and glee. Its memories, and secret treasures and sunsets and swim meets. Its tears in an Airport. A silly fight over Chinese food. A box of notes and ticket stubs. Its a train trip to Lucerne, Lausanne, and a car ride to Louisiana. Its the smell of Chlorine and the smell of espresso. Its Marco -heart- Rachel. Its Love. Ah, Love.

A person's a person no matter how small...

2007-07-09T13:43:00.000-05:00

I try to remind myself that, "People are just people and every person is a person."
I am learning very quickly that you cannot expect much from people. We are all just human, after all. We lie, we cheat, we are selfish and fake, we want our way. I always knew it to be true, but until recently I had never been so surrounded by this fact - staring it in the face, living in the same house with it, feeling it pressing in on me.
But I suppose this is a lesson I had to learn eventually. And what is worse, is that it is something I must deal with in my own actions. Doing what is right and not what is easy. And is it okay to tell a lie if it will protect someone else or keep them from getting hurt? When you say nothing, is it the same as lying? Lovers cheating, friends quitting on friendship, apathy, loneliness, pain. Oh how my heart hurts for us all. We finally make it out of the wilderness, but then we get selfish. We finally see what is right and good but we are too impatient and lazy to work for that blessing. Oh, we people, we need a redeemer.
But "every person is a person." I know it is dangerous and I know it is naive but isn't it what we would want for ourselves? To be trusted from the beginning until proven to be untrustworthy? To be loved until proven to be unlovable? We are human. We each have had a mother who loved us. We all have felt a tear on our cheek. Wanted water to drink in the heat.
Who are we to say "no" to that homeless man who wants some spare change? Who are we to say she is a bitch because of her mistakes? Who are we to be free when there is war far away?
"While we were yet sinners Christ died for us," right? So why don't we live this way. As you have been forgiven, go and forgive. Freely you have received, freely give.
I can't imagine this world without love. The Beatles sang it, Shakespeare wrote it, Mother Theresa gave it.
When will we begin to live our lives the way we should and not the way we want?

First Thoughts

2007-05-16T19:13:00.000-05:00

I never knew there were so many different shades of Khaki until I came to Utah.

2007-05-09T01:25:00.000-05:00

For you cause my lamp to be lit and to shine; the Lord my God illuminates my darkness. Ps 18:23

God works through our weakness so that the greatness and power in our lives will be shown to be from him and not from ourselves.God uses ordinary people with flaws and "cracks in our clay pots" (we are earthen vessels) so that people will know that it is God working in us if we are doing good. If people knew us before, they know there's a difference after we have felt the love of Jesus. We are new creatures when we allow his light to shine through our weakness.

Let not those who wait and hope for you, O Lord, be put to shame because of me; let not those who seek and inquire for You be brought to confusion or dishonor through me, O God of Israel. Ps 69:6

Everyone is like a pot that carries life. But not everyone carries a life that blesses others. Religion tries to force people to follow laws and to make them be perfect, like a pot without cracks. But if a light is placed inside a flawless pot, no one is able to see the light inside it. Perfect pots are not able to reveal internal light. God chooses to shine his light through imperfect, cracked pots. People are blessed when our pots let the light of Jesus shine through. Isn't it better to be a glory-filled cracked pot rather than an empty, pretty vessel?

Two Dreams

2007-04-24T23:22:00.000-05:00

I can wake up and go for a walk barefoot in the sand. I won’t need an air conditioner or a heater for my house and the windows will be open all the time and no carpet in the house. I can wear a sarong and a bikini everyday, or sun dress and flip flops for when I have to look nice. My hammock on the porch will always be occupied by family, friends, or neighbors, and the beads on the doorway will always be klinking. Sunscreen will be my only moisturizer mixed with the humidity, and my hair can be its natural color. I can hear the wind chimes and smell the salt. I will only ever complain that it’s too hot and never that it’s too cold, never. We will walk through the city for groceries and visiting friends, and at night go to the club, Rustico, for music and dancing and chill. We’ll ride our bikes and build sand castles and feed the poor and sing too loud when we’re cooking. Make Sun Tea like my mom taught me, and plant tomatoes and squash and potatoes in the yard. Always there will be music, always talking and always people coming and going. …yoga and swimming and dancing… My mom used to buy Little Caesar’s Pizza and after mine and my brother’s swimming lessons we would meet my dad on the beach for a picnic. I’ll do that again, too; for my babies. And I’ll keep meat tenderizer close for jellyfish stings. My babies can be baptized in the ocean and on Easter we’ll have a sunrise service and after that we’ll all have a big barbque with beach volleyball and everyone together laughing and happy and sweaty.

The other night I had dream of two big picnic tables on a beach. One table had my whole family, my parents my brother, Charla, my friend Rachel and some other family friends. The other table had Marco’s parents, his sister Valentina, their neighbors Adrian and Reggie, some of Marco’s aunts and uncles, and Marco’s friends Sascha and Nathi. On both sides of the table were two BBQ pits. On one my dad was cooking and on the other was Marco’s dad. Walking all around the table and preparing the places were me and Marco, Vicente, Natalia, Alfonso Catalina, and Val. When it was time to eat, me and Marco pushed the two tables together and we put the food from both of the BBQ’s on one big plate for everyone to have. Then we all sat together.

I think these dreams are partly because of the candle that Charla bought me…..it smells EXACTLY like the beach!!!! Its amazing! So at night I drift over the waves…and I miss the beach.

my favorite song from Children of Eden

2007-04-16T22:58:00.000-05:00

In whatever time we have
For as long as we are living
We can face whatever comes
If we face it now as one
I could make it on my own
But let me know that I don't have to
No one really wants to be alone
In whatever we time have

If at times we are afraid
With so little to believe in
It's alright to be afraid
I will hold you in the dark
All we know for sure is this
Though the world could end tommorow
You and I will be together
In whatever time

There are times I've been afraid
In a world that's so uncertain
Then I feel your hand in mine
And there's courage in my heart

White House Interns/Bill Clinton at OBU

2007-03-28T15:46:00.000-05:00

2007-02-11T01:29:00.000-06:00

The Christianity of today has changed drastically from that what Matthew wrote of Jesus' sermon on the mount. We are to love others, forgive others, serve others. Are we following Jesus' example or just politicians?
I get really upset when I hear christians using the analogy that we are "at war." It isnt true, it isnt. We are not in a battle of us versus them. We are all people. If we focus so much on the differences, it causes separation between people. Ive seen it all around me.
Jesus lived a life befriending the friendless; prostitutes, lepers, etc. He spread a message of peace and love and if we would follow him there would be life, solutions.( Love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faith, gentleness, and selfcontrol. )
Here is another thing. Where is the line between living by the word/scripture and living by the spirit? To either EXTREEM it gets pretty crazy. There are crazy pentecostle folks who are all about the spirit and emotion and then crazy baptists who think if you are claping your hands, then your getting too rowdy. I know people on both extreemes, and I've been in churches in both extreems. Here is an exaample: I once was in a church and during a song a woman came over to me and asked me if I wanted to be prayed over. Sure, i said. She got some other people around me and they all laid their hands on me and pushed me to the ground and they all began to chant. They kept telling me to open my mouth and say the words i felt, but i didnt feel anything. The the woman asked me, "Do you REALLY believe in Jesus? Do you? Because if you really believed in God, you would be able to speak in tongues. " I told her i did. And she said, then I must have demons on me preventing the spirit from giving me power. THIS is CRAZY! I DO believe in the gift of tongues, but I dont think it works this way. I DO believe in the Holy Spirit, but i dont believe it ever leaves you. I dont think it comes and goes and I dont think it is a force we should play with like in politics. It has become a tool of manipulation.
Other example: I went to a church where the average people were about 65 years old. Everyone stood up and read some words and sit back down, Then stand up again and read some words. Then they all prayed out loud the same prayer. Nobody talks, nobody smiles. Just a tradition. If someone was too loud, other people look at them with this pissy face. When its over you just go home, alone.
Another example: I once had a science teacher who didn't own a TV. She had tons of kids, like 12, and she MADE all of their clothes herself cause the clothes in the stores are "not godly". She homeschooled all her kids, She never cut her hair or wore makeup or any of her daughters and they all sang together in the car and always seemed WAY too happy.
Last one: I know people who believe or say they believe because they "just want to make sure." They don't care about anything real, they have no passion or desire to know truth or to question life and human existance, its a superficial faith "just in case."

I am not like any of these, but I do believe in God. I have faith and hope for a future and I believe the Bible. I dont think there is anything extra, like the book of mormon or the Koran, and i dont think anything was left out, like scrolls or the book of Thomas.
I have alot of reasons for believing in God and for believing it is true.
I also believe in freedom. I have a freedom to love, and I also have freedom to hurt someone. Potential to give a little and the freedom to take a little. Love a great deal or hurt a great deal and so on. This is the concept of "Free Will." Something I think all humans have. We have the ability to slay millions of people in war, BUT we have the potential to liberate and protect millions. Thats why there is good and bad in the world, free will.
If this short life is all there is, if death was the end of existance, then perhaps we might risk the legitimate argue that we were not worth ever being created, at least not the ones who live their whole lives in poverty and pain. "Why would God have created them just to live a life of pain?" But if what i believe is true, then there is love in the end. These lives are here but there is life after. If there is no heaven then all the crys of pain will eternally go unanswered. Life would just be tragic for all of us. Life is a bitch and then you die.
But there is something in the depth of my soul which refuses to believe that. There is something in me, a hope for a future.

I'm not a radical for either side of "Christianity." I just believe in life and in love. I pray and so many times my prayers are answered. I've been blessed in every part of my life and God has shown me so much of life and what life can be. Life is truly beautiful.

"For I know the plans i have for you' says the Lord, 'plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future."

Inter-gender communication class today:

2007-02-08T15:28:00.000-06:00

-In male/female communication, men think independently and women think collectively.
-A man should be the king of the castle, but always TELL the queen how important she is, otherwise she's gonna go find another kingdom.
-Each partner must have their own sense of self-worth or else they are in danger of only find ing worth from the other's opinion.
-Women are motivated and pleased when they feel cherished and treasured, men feel motivated and pleased when they are needed and important.
-Communication allows you to serve others.
- When a girl has a problem, she wants understanding from the boy, but the boy's instinct is to give a solution. Solutions are emotion-less, though they may fix the problem perfectly and promptly, BUT more than FIXing the girl wants understanding a.k.a. sympathy.
-Women see life as a community, they strive to preserve intimacy and avoid isolation. Men value independence and status. However, all humans need both intimacy and independence, we just tend to focus on different things.

I love my classes this semester!

"USA...the first re-mix" or "USA mixin' it up since 1776."

2007-01-31T08:59:00.000-06:00

E Pluribus unum, the Latin phrase that appears on each U.S. coin, it means, "out of many, one." This motto symbolizes not only our national political union, but mostly the idea that the varied experiances of immigrants from around the world come together in America to form a new way of life while retaining individual characteristics.

2007-01-26T17:29:00.000-06:00

Sometimes I think I don't do enough of things- like telling my parents thank you or that i remember every bike ride and every color we've painted my room.
Then other times I feel like I do too much, like always changing my mind, changing my major or school and even my name once.
Also, I used to be sad cause I realized, i can never go back. You can never have those times back and the future is so unknown. But now I see, this is where I am and I'm happy. I still fight with Joey (except now its about nutrition and TiVo instead of Legos or the piano.) I still change my mind everyday and i have a new day everyday.
To steal the words of C.S. Lewis, I still believe in Fairy Tales. I have no reason to wish childhood back...I have kept its pleasures and added some grown up ones.
A few days ago I was worried about losing the people I love. If I leave here , I lose a little; if I stay here I lose a little more. But I know now, that a friend is for life, at least the real ones, the ones who are in your heart. They are like family, always there. I suppose I listen to too many people instead of my own head, and try to do what they say, but this is what I say....I worried about telling Marco 'i love you' too much, but its what I feel and i feel that even if I tell him too much...its still not enough. The same with my family. There is too much death and sadness in the world and there are only 24 hours in a day. You can never tell someone 'you love them' too much and you can never know whats coming. "is this a good decision or a bad decision, am i doing the right thing, is this the best" etc. I think we never know, you just have to keep going cuase no matter you have love.

things i like

2007-01-23T22:39:00.000-06:00

Being nice to your enemies will keep them confused.

Let me never be so poor that I have to steal and never so rich that i don't depend on God.

You don't have to know when, you don't have to know why, you just have to have faith.

When the ones I love laugh, i will laugh. When they cry, i will cry.

Where there is love, distance doesn't matter.

Love is patient, its kind, it does not envy or boast. It keeps no record of mistakes. Just love.

The best is yet to come.

If we had all the answers, well, I dont know what would happen, but that would just be really boring.

Ha HA Ha.......bless your soul.

Understanding

2007-01-19T14:36:00.000-06:00

The better we understand others, the more effective citizens we become. Having a objective perspective helps us appreciate the world we live in and the people around us.
Its important to gain a global understanding--usually we tend to view our own way of life as "right" or "better" but its important to think critically about the strengths and weaknesses of all ways of life, especially our own. We can understand ourselves only to the extent that we understand others.
Verstehen is the german word for understanding. A german philosopher said that "understanding" is not just to observe what people do, but also to share in their world of meaning, coming to apreciate why they act as they do.
I once had a Missions professor who said that to understand somone else while you are in their country you must be vulnerable. If you go to another country and take on the roll of listener, and learner, rather than ambassador or proud patriot, you are far more likely to be accepted into this society.
This is also everyday life. If you listen to others view and ideas, whether you agree or not, you are posing no threat.

This is just the begining of a paper i am writing.... also i am just really pissed off at close minded people living in an ethnocentic world. (click the word ethnocentric) I told my communications teacher today that my parents always made sure that I accepted people who are different from me. Simple curiosity. God made all people different, each culture unique. A belief in God insists on celebrating the beauty of culture.
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empty

2007-01-09T21:42:00.000-06:00

Today, everything is empty. Theres no moon in the sky, its empty. The streets of Arkadelphia are empty. Campus is empty. My house is empty. Even my arms are empty.

Great Quotes that seem to be on my mind an awful lot lately:

2006-12-29T16:36:00.000-06:00

"Being separated from a love means finding out you can actually ache in places you didn't know you had inside you." (Well, a lovesick ache plus a really heavy flu on top of jetlag.)

"You and I, who still believe in Fairy Tales, have no reason to wish childhood back. We have kept its pleasures and added some grown-up ones."

"Zoos seem to no longer be in people's good graces. Religion faces the same problem. Certain illusions about freedom plague them both."

"It is a truth that those we meet can change us, sometimes so profoundly that we are not the same afterwards, even unto our names."

"What a terrible disease it must be if it can kill God in a man."

"Atheists are our brothers and sisters of a different faith, and every word they speak speaks of faith. Like us, they go as far as the legs of reason will carry them-- and then they leap."

"He bothered me, this Son. Everyday I burned with greater indignation against Him, found more flaws to him. But I couldn't get Him out of my head. I spent three solids days thinking about Him, The more He bothered me, the less I could forget Himm the less I wanted to leave Him."

"If you take two steps toward God, he runs to you."

surprise!! dinner on a boat in the Rhine river

2006-12-27T19:56:00.000-06:00

my boyfriend is the best boyfriend in the world. he stresses me out and drives me crazy, but when it comes down to it he's my Romeo and my best friend.

Its a charmed life I'm living...

2006-12-27T18:56:00.000-06:00

Saying goodbye in Zurich at my gate and watching Marco walk away; it never gets easier to say goodbye.
Flying for hours in a plane never gets any easier either. (One of these days, I'm gonna fly first class, or at least "buisness.")
Christmas in Switzerland was amazing, playful, freezing, exciting, sparkling, Swiss/Italian blissful christmas... everything I could have asked for (except snow) But i think i was so grateful for everything i had around me, snow might have pushed me over the "Ledge of Joy" and into a pit of "Thats it, Im never going back." hihi

Thursday is just as cold as Wednesday.

2006-12-21T07:07:00.000-06:00

Content with the world!
Today we are going to Liestal to go shoping and then we have to go to a birthday party for the neighbor's grandma, she's 71. Theeeen for dinner me and marco are invited to his Aunt Filomena's house to hang out. She has a 3 year old boy named Elia, and he speaks Spanish. soooooo cute! also she's pregnant. On Saturday my friend barbara is coming to visit. She was in one of my classes in Spain and since i'm here she's coming....YEAH! Thennnnn we go to Bern for Christmas with some uncles and aunts and stuff. Ok gotta go.

I leave for Switzerland TOMORROW!!!

2006-12-14T21:27:00.000-06:00

Packing and packing. Notice the sleeveless shirt that i am wearing...i suppose there's no way i could wear THAT in Switzerland, not with all the snow, 0'C, ice, etc. hihi OH SUckuh, i cant wait!!!!! Joey bought me a super cool jacket for Christmas cause apparently a hooded sweatshirt isnt warm enough. I have a layover in Amsterdam and then on to Zurich. Then i take the train from Zurich to Basel and Marco will pick me up at the train station in Basel!!!!!! I've also packed my Italian phrase book and i've downloaded some Learn german podcasts for on the plane. I'm soooooooo excited to be going back to EUROPE and especially to go see MARCO!

Responsible?!?!?

2006-12-05T00:08:00.000-06:00

Who wants to be responsible???? Whenever anything goes wrong, the first question anyone asks is, "Who was responsible for this?"

brrrrrr

2006-11-04T22:16:00.000-06:00

i've been cold everyday since i left Spain. (even when i am inside i need a pullover.)

The strongest sense tied to memory is the sense of smell.

2006-10-23T03:51:00.000-05:00

On campus here in ALicante, they have this big super fountain garden. With small fountains and big fountains and squirty ones and, its really cool. Well, today they are cleaning it. and even now, i am sitting in the library (right next to the fountains) and i can still smell the chlorine. Memories are flooding back to me like the water IN the fountain.... Memories of sitting around in SPEC with Marco and Val and Catherine and Lauren (even though it wasnt my workstudy), memories of diving and smacking my face on the water over and over again just because Yukiko told me one more, one more. Memories of playing intermural softball and all the people on the team actually sweat pool water. Memories of cheering and making signs, riding on a bus to a place called cleveland, but not the cool one. Memories of sitting in the cafeteria with people i love and listening to how their practice was and thinking, "These people are machines. The do more activity before the sun comes up than i do in a whole day?!" memories memories...i keep breathing deep and smelling the air, maybe with each breath i can bring them here, my boyfriend, the people i miss so much, those times, great times. sniiiiiiffffffff ahhhhh.
( Here's a litle know fact, if you lick a swimmer and smell the wet spot, it has actually BECOME chlorine. Pure chlorine....for real.)

road trip across southern Spain.

2006-10-19T15:57:00.000-05:00

part of a paper i had to write for a class

2006-10-05T08:43:00.000-05:00

Ahora, tengo 20 años y todo las opciónes en al mundo. No tengo ni idea de mi futuro. ¿Dónde voy? Qué hago? Quiero comensar con mi vida y adventuras, pero estoy esperando. Ahora, estoy esperando un trabajo, una nueva universidad, a mis novio, a mi familia, a mis amigos...todo. No sé nada de nada nada. Estoy buscando una universidad que este en una ciudad diversa. Quiero una ciudad que sea grande, con transporté publico, y una que tenga muchos oportunidades; como trabajar, hablar en español, y estudiar. Quiero que mi novio tenga suerte y sea feliz. Quiero ver el cada día. Quiero que cambie el mundo, quiero aprender mucho mucho mas...pero ahora, sólo tengo 20 años.

ok, and pretty much it says: Right now i am 20 and have all the options in the world. (But its more poetic in Spanish cause they say i have 20 years and i have all the options in the world..so its in the same verb...anyway.) I have no idea about my future. Where and i going, what will i do? I want to start a life but i am just waiting. Waiting to know where i will work, a new university, on my boyfriend, my family and my friends. I dont know anything at all about anything. I am looking for a university thats in a diverse city. I want a city thats big with public transportation and many opotunidades like finding work, speaking spanish, and studying. I hope my boyfriend will have luck and be happy. I wish i could see him everyday. I want to changfe the world, i want to learn many many things more than what i know now, but right now i am only 20.
Not bragging or anything, but my professor loved it. hihi

OK, and now some little update things. 1. I have really started to like my land lady. I've been seeing alot of her lately cause we got new roomates(2 tiny little chines girls who giggle about everything and havce hello kity everything) Carmen comes to explain new stuff to them. 2. The sofa was hauled away yesterday cause the slats on the bottom were wrecked my julia's friend Tomas, but it was so funny when it happened. hahahh 3. Everything is broken or empty. All 3 of our gass bottles are empty, so for a like a week we have only had cold showers (in a week i have showered 3 times, i hate the cold.) and last night we used the last of our cooking gas, so i guess i'm having doner for supper. The internet is out in our appartment cause the bill didnt get paid. Mañana. suuuure. Lets see, ah, yes, 4. the washing machine is broken too. It will wash the clothes but not rinse them so they are just soapy when its done. Its funny though cause i am really happy. Everything is broken or whatever, but i wake up and i'm like ahhh, what can i do today. OH i have started the NEW salsa classes!!! I have moved UP a level and now we all have a partner and we are learning WAY cooler things now. PLUS, its all spañards...and they all call me Rubia. I dont know if its just cause RACHEL is hard to remember, or just cause i stick out like a sore thumb with my blonde hair and my converse tennis shoes. hahahah ANyway...everythings going good, really good actually. OH and i love my new class of Cinema. (History of Spanish Cinema) It rocks!!!! Learning so much about Spain EAND i get to watch movies! If you have actually read everything above, you should probably get back to what you were doing and stop wasting time on the internet. hahahah I'll be home soon!!!!!

Tirar/Empujar

2006-10-02T02:48:00.000-05:00

Some days i love being the different one. Like, yesterday, i got turned around in the city and had to stop for a second to get situated and within seconds a cute little old lady stoped and asked me if i needed help. At the internet cafe, the worker guy knows i am a foreigner and he always speaks slowly so i can understand him and lets me use the padded chair. In the street, i cant go 3 blocks without someone staring at me and smiling, since i am about two heads taller than everyone else and the only blonde in a sea of brown/black. I love that none of the food has preservatives. I love that going topless is an option. I love making new stories everyday and seeing something totally wierdand new everyday. I love being asked where i am from, i love when they giggle and pat my hand if i say the wrong word and i love that every spaniard i meet has a friend, relative neighbor or cousin´s boss who is living in america, and they say they hear the weather is nice. hihi
BUT then there are days like today when i hate being different. Its an ipod day. Just put in my headphones and no one will talk to me and i can go about my buisness to the tunes of Etta James or Franks Sinatra. But its not that easy. First, I got cut in front of on the bus by two stupid girls; they both looked at me and chuckled then said something under their breath i couldnt really understand, but i understood "extranjero." (foreigner) Yes, chica, i´m a foreigner, but does that mean you can cut in front of me?! (I dont know how to say that really in spanish so i just let it go.) Then in the cafe on campus for breakfast the cashier short changed me and i started to say something but she called for the next in line and told me to move out of the way. I was too flustered to say anything. I just want to say what i want without sounding dumb. To not get the "what planet are you from look". I hate having to ask people to repeat things. I hate asking for what i need. I hate that the lady always has to help me in the library. I hate that i have to take a more fluent friend with me to the bank. Its just a day that i dont want to stick out and be obviously different. Its a day when i really want to go home.
But i am learning. I can empathize with the way blacks/asians/ hispanics must feel in a white America. I had always wondered why black people in a restaurant would smile at each other or give the head nod thing even when they dont know each other. Or why would cultures all live in a specific area, like the black neighborhood or the mexican part of town. But, its cause they feel the same things, there is comfort in it. If i see a white person in the street here, we both smile. Not on purpose, but just because, its someone like me.
At the same time, I know it is gonna suck so bad to go home to "white bread america." Everything is english, everything is familiar, Mcdonalds, oversized-wasteful-unneccesary everything, its all Made in the USA...OH and i have to go back to being a "youth".
Dont freak out on me, i like america. I like being an american, but i just know there are so many things about Spain/Europe i am going to miss. So many things about the lifestyle i have developed and adapted to that will all come to an abrupt halt.

Peluceria de Raquel StudioChurruca 28, 4'

2006-09-27T14:14:00.000-05:00

BEfore my dear Julia left, we dyed her hair red. BRIGHT freaking fire red! We did it with dried henna powder and boiling water. It took like 3 hours to let it set on her hair and it STank like RAnk!!! BUt her hair looked really cool when it was all said and done. We even acted like it was a real hair studio and talked about the weather, and boys, boobs and junk like that. hahah OH and check out all the magazings on our table. YOu can TOTALLY tell that a bunch of girls live in our appartment. Also, the whole process was done in out bikinis. I think i am in my swim suit about 70% of the day.

I miss my Boo

2006-09-27T14:10:00.000-05:00

No more hair!

2006-09-22T14:39:00.000-05:00

I had this goal to go away to Spain y when i came home i would have long hair. OBVIOUSLY its not gonna happen. My hair WAS getting pretty freaking long though, i must say. But i told Charla and Marco that when i tried to do the sexy hair flip over the shoulder thing, it was NOT sexy, just wierd. LIke i was trying to smell my ear. Pues, I was on my way home from school y the sign said student discounts, so i did it. AND i love it. Its so short and now i use HALF the shampoo i normally would, which is good cause i'm gonna see if i can go the rest of the time i am here without buying shower stuff. Also, I feel like i should apologize for all these fotos; i try to not put cheesy ones. You know, like those girls who put tons of stupid pictures of ONLY themselves over and over and over again and you would think the only friend they have is their digital camera...BUT this is just to show my hair...after that, other people will be in the pictures with me, i promise. Also, the Doctor said, "Si, estas enferma." But i got medicine and i am feeling better already....as you can see, since i am at the beach. However, i still can't smell anything. Tonight i am going out with my roomates, and to picj out what to wear I will have to get Julia to smell my shirts to see if they are clean or not. (Havent done laundry in ages.) Well, tell me what you think about the hair...HONESTLY....i think maybe after i get back to America i will dye it, or something...Vamos a ver.

Sick Day

2006-09-20T09:00:00.000-05:00

My roomand the kitchen is a MESS cause i dont feel like cleaning it. (be glad i didnt post the laundry /balcony foto.) Here's one of me doing my homework in bed and one of me being SUPER dramatic/ whine-y! Luckily, my roomie Julia is here to take care of me.

2006-09-18T08:26:00.000-05:00

I love: H&M, public transportation, the 2 euro coin, the 1 euro coin, FANTA, Nutella, Jamon Serrano, the beach, my roomates, The Simpsons in Spanish, FNAC, my grammer teacher, walking distance of everything, the Euro fashion, habanicos, internet, supper at 11 at night, nightclubs til sunrise,rebajas, SKYPE...

I miss: Dr. Pepper, Mexican food, chicken salad, MTV, VH1, Playtex brand tampons, Movies in English, air conditioning, a dishwasher, a dryer, ice in drinks...

Right now I'm: not doing my homework, a little sunburned, just ate lunch#1 (zuchini and tomatoes with rice and FANTA), about to go to the post office, go to the beach after homework, sweating caus its freaking hot, watching argentinian cartoons...

I'm happy that: Marco got skype update on his mac, Ally is tying a yellow ribbon around some tree til i get home, i get to wear heels to class since its fashion here, the washing machine is working again, i have dreamed in Spanish everynight since last wednesday, the french guy fixed my computer, my roomates did the dishes today...

I miss more than anything: the smell of chlorine. ;)

Blue like Jazz

2006-09-16T12:30:00.000-05:00

My beliefs are neither rational nor scientific, yet there is nothing i could do to separate mysfl from them. Love for example, is a true emotion, but it is not rational. Love has no scientific value. Also light seems pretty hard to expalin, but its there just the same. Look at penguins. Penguins travel in enormous groups, perhaps 500. And they swim through the coldest of winter til they hit ice. Like cartoons out of some Disney movie. Then all 500 of them jump out of the water one by one and start sliding on the ice on their bellies. They create little ruts as they slide and they all follow each other as they slide. They slide for like days and days or something. Anyway, then they stop sliding and get around in a big circle and start making noises. What they are doing is looking for a mate. Its crazy. Like a big penguin nightclub. They waddle around on the dance floor til they find a mate. After that, then they all have penguin sex. All 500 of them. Then the females have an egg and they lay it standing up. Then the males go over to the females and and the girl ones give the eggs to the males. And then, this is the cool part. They leave. The females travel for days to get back to the ocean and jump in to go fishing. Meanwhile, all the males are taking care of the eggs. They have a special pocket between their legs where the egg goes. They all gather around in a big group to kep each other warm. The ones on the inside move slowly to the outside and the ones on the outside rotate in. They are taking turns to all get a chance to keep warm cause out there in all that ice i bet its pretty cold. They do this for an entire month. All those males sit out there in the ice for an entire month. They dont even eat. They just watch the eggs. Then the females come back. And right when they do, almost to the day, the eggs hatch. Its like the females know when to come back, even though they have never had babies. And that is how baby penguins are made. I feel like i identify with those penguins. They have this radar inside of them that tells them when and where to go and non of it makes any sense, but they show up on the very day their babies are born and the radar always turns out to be right. i have a radar inside me that i call my beliefs. SOmehow, penguin radar works for them. SO maybe it isnt so crazy that i follow the radar i feel inside me.

What if the Hokey Pokey IS what its all about?

2006-09-06T11:36:00.000-05:00

Today was my third day of class for September and so far so some what okay. I like my professor alot. She is super friendly and always has a snack with her in class because she is pregnant. My conversation class is kinda boring. Its mostly Russians. Right now the majority of the international students are russians and Germans. I guess they come here to get away from the cold. Anyway, i think Russian people are the calmest, and most monotoned people I have ever met ever. EVER. Anyway....I also have started dancing. I have African dance on Tuesday nights and Contemorary/Modern on Thursday nights. Also, I will soon start Salsa. The African dance class is so so cool. There are alot of hippie kinda people in there and folks with wierd piercings. SO COOL. My two roomates are taking it with me and we are the only NOT spainards. But all the other girls are really friendly. It feels so good to be in an atmosphere I really know. Its a studio with mirrors and a dance bar and everyone has on dance clothes and i know what to do. I think I felt more "at home" in the dance classroom than i have anywhere else in Spain. Well, also, tonight is Joeys last night. We have gone EVERYWHERE and seen so many things, even things I had never seen before. It has been so fun for him to have been here. I hope I dont cry tomorrow when he leaves. Oh, Joey bought 3 pairs of shoes already. HAHAHA TOnight we are gonna have Paella...pie a uh...whatever, a typical spanish meal for Joey's going away. awwwww. I think that is about everything. no, no wait, i also saw the coolest most awesome and amazing thing ever today that would be the BEST christmas gift for Marco. Even better than the skate board I got him last year. ohhhhhhh SUCKUH SUCKUH!!!!

Decathalon

2006-09-02T10:21:00.000-05:00

The coolest sporting goods store in the WORLD!!!

2006-08-30T16:31:00.000-05:00

for Marco.

2006-08-27T18:37:00.000-05:00

Benidorm

2006-08-27T18:34:00.000-05:00

2006-08-25T11:04:00.000-05:00

Today I went to the studio where they give Salsa lessons and other types of dancing, and because it is a city funded program and i am a student, then any class i want to take is free. FREE!!!! When i was in Switzerland, we went to a Jazz festival in Basel and I was thinking how much I missed dance class, and now I can do it here iñ Spain for free. ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME??? I am really looking forward to it.
This has been a rough week, but little things are getting me to the next minute, hour, and day. Like skype, chinese food, the idea of joey coming, unexpected messages...lots of things. Already I am able to look at how much I have done here in Europe and I am proud of myself. For ME. Things i have done for myself, memories that i may not ever share with anyone, but i have them and they make me smile. I am also finding I miss Guiseppe and our talks at the beach. I may never see him again, but such is life. I will never forget him, or the way he stank so bad or things he told me that have changed my view of the world. he is out there somewhere in the world riding his bike and changing people. Maybe I am here in Spain to begin a legacy of my own. Maybe I have already begun and this is just another part of it. Maybe i will wake up tomorrow and I will be in America and this has all been a dream. Que sera, sera.
I think how much i have done and I cant wait to share my experiances with the people I love because, i live to share my life. Maybe thats why i havent been doing so good lately, because I have been so alone, but i am coming to a point where i know it will look brighter, i just have to get out of bed.
This afternoon i found myself in a back street where i may or may not have run from the Spanish police at one time. I walked beside the Meditreanean sea, i looked at a castle from my appartment window, and I helped some german guy find the street he was looking for. Mañana, todo va a cambiar. Pero, que sera, sera. Viva la vida.

2006-08-25T03:54:00.000-05:00

Through many trials, toils, and snares
I have already come.
Tis Grace that brought me saf thus far,
and Grace will lead me home.

un otro ves

2006-08-23T16:37:00.000-05:00

Here I am back in Spain, and I am finding it a bit hard. I keep looking at these four months and think all sorts of scary thoughts, but then I tell myself one day at a time, Rachel, I can do this, one day at a time.
Some mornings I wake up and I want to cry and I dont even know why. I dont want to eat, i dont want to move I just want to sleep and cry. But other days I get out of bed and think, WOW, im in freaking SPAIN and i know how to speak spanish already. I know my way around this huge city, and I know how to use the public transportation. I can understand Celsius, and meters and kilos, and the Mediteranean Sea is about a 15 minute walk from where I am.
Today was a middle day. I though about how much longer I am here, how much longer until I get to see Marco, how much longer until I can hug Rachel Crihfield, how much longer til Joey comes, how much more waiting for the bus can I handle.
But i think to myself, "I am proving I am strong. I am learning a new way of life. I have been here since June 29. I can do this. I want to make my parents proud, I want to talk in Spanish with Natalia and Estefani when I get back, I want to go back to Switzerland at Christmas and see the snow, I want Marco to tell people at Utah his girlfriend is living in SPain."
Also, Joey come on the 1st of September he leaves on the 6th I think. That means I have only 24 September days to go. October and November are only two months. Two little months. In two months I will only have my period twice, I will only eat 61 suppers, the moon will only be full two more times and then I leave for Switzerland on the 23 of December. Whew....okay, maybe I can make it, maybe I can do this.
Just breathe. Just keep breathing.....one more day, one more, one more............................breathe...........................................

mmmmmmmm

2006-08-19T13:32:00.000-05:00

Update

2006-08-15T10:03:00.000-05:00

I am back in Switzerland. Our trip to go to France to stay with Val has been cancelled. Marco's grandmother is very ill and getting worse. Since he leaves for Utah on Saturday, staying here with his family seemed to be the better decision. Luckily, the insurance covered the cost for the tickets. Italy was really cool. Weswam, we ate, we played poker. I'll post pictures soon, or just make a link. We went by train and came back in car. Going through the Alps was absolutely amazing. So many little villages up the sides of the mountains and fields of dairy cows just waiting to be milked and choc-lified. Today is Lazy Day for me by decree of Marco. I hate to admit it but i am a little sick. Kinda Flu-y. Good thing Marco's mom is a nurse, so I am in good hands. Marco made me some beef broth, awwww. And I am drinking lots of liquids. hihi Anyway, we are hanging out here in good ol' Basel and taking it easy. Marcos getting all his stuff together for Utah and I am semi-packing to go back to Alicante. Keep Grandma Ferraro in your prayers and the rest of the family, too. It is a stressful time for all of them. Ah yes, I am sure my dear sweet mother has been having a kaniption fit with all this buisness in London. DONT WORRY. Sure there are people here who dont like America, but it doesnt mean they want to seek out the nearest american and deport them. BUT I am pretty sure that EVERYONE in all of Europe hates George Bush. When I say i am from Texas, they always say, oh isnt that where Mr. Bush is from? and then they make a face like they smell brocolii cooking. I just smile and shrug my shoulders and everything is ok. That is pretty much my method of getting around in places where i have no idea what to do, or if i dont speak the language. Just smile and shrug. It works in Spain, Italy, Switzerland, stores, train stations...pretty much everywhere. OH! This is really cool. JOEY is coming to Spain!!! He will come for about a week. I AM SO EXCITED! Before I left Alicante i was getting a little homesick, and now when I get back, Joey is gonna be there. SO COOL! (Hold your thumbs and cross your fingers that Charla will be hiding in his suitcase when he gets here. O Charla, please come with him!!!) Lets see, i think that is all the cool things for now. Here I'll give some little details like what mom asks for when i talk to her on the phone. I shaved my legs today. It rained yesterday. The sofa is blue with orange pillows. I ironed clothes this morning. The male nurse at the hospital has "chops" sideburns. We eat dandilions cooked like spinach at lunch alot. Marco's little cousin who is cute cute CUTE like me and says my name. There are fruit trees everywhere. Ok, gotta go. Tschüss!!

recent pictures

2006-08-13T17:26:00.000-05:00

click on picture for more photos

italy

2006-08-10T04:18:00.000-05:00

i am in italy!!! i love it. the weather is great except today it is raining. i went to church with marcos mom and dad and we have gone snorkling, jumped off a clif thingy into the sea, went to a festival, i learned to play poker, rode a train through the alps and many more amazing things. i, ll post again soon.

computer not working, only can upload 2 pictures

2006-08-01T18:29:00.000-05:00

The castle, not where the actual king lives, just an extra one they have just in case.

2006-07-20T18:13:00.000-05:00

arte de ALICANTE

2006-07-20T18:05:00.000-05:00

silly things in spain

2006-07-20T17:48:00.000-05:00

this is:me in a GIANT chair. Its one of the living art things here. (art is everywhere i love it i love it). Theeen, i am doing the Bewitched Pose on a cannon.
Also,this is my mailbox and the guernica again...eand...yep.

Graffiti Alicante

2006-07-20T17:35:00.000-05:00

There is Graffiti everywhere, and I love it. All the really sweet stuff I havent take pictures of yet, but this is some that I just saw today that i liked. Also, Pablo Picasso's Guernica (one of his most famos paintings) done in spraypaint on the wall by the bus stop. Really amazing.

Just for Mom

2006-07-20T17:17:00.000-05:00

This is the long dark scary tunnel that I walk down by myself at night all alone. Well not all alone, sometimes there is a man selling things out of his jacket. I guess its candy.

Americans!

2006-07-20T17:01:00.000-05:00

Emily, Jill and I went out together and ate Piaju..pie-a-uh....i dont know how you spell it...but anyway, its this spanish dish where they put every sea creature they can catch in a big pot with rice. Its like gumbo without the spices. (I'm not a big fan. Obviously they still haven't worked outh that whole spice trade thing with the East Indies....cause Columbus never made it all the way there. I think thats why the food is bland.) But it looked really cool when they brought it out cause it had two lobsters holding hands, or claws i guess, and then like a sunflower design of shrimp and muscles (clams)...and there is the mystery seafood under all the rice. I think it was probably calamari, or maybe octopus, or it could have been Nemo, is he still missing? Anway after enough sangria even the pie-a-uh starting tasting great. hihi so here are pics from our litte american dinner time....also a picture of a McDonald's BigMac Meal Deal poster. 9 freaking Euros!!! For a #1 from McDOnalds!!!! are you kidding me?!! By the way, i havent eaten there yet. HA! After we ate together, we went to a little Cafe by the port and had chocolate, chocolate milk, chocolate ice cream, chocolate sandwich, chocolate covered fruit, and later a chocolate tummy ache. mmmmm

2006-07-16T08:05:00.000-05:00

This morning I went walking in the city and found lots of new things. There are so many elegant, old buildings. Its really cool to walk by buildings and on streets that just the bricks are older than the WHOLE United States. I went to church, (but i was late) so i just sat in the back. It was absolutely amazing...there were statues of Biblical characters all around the walls, the ceiling was SOOOO high and the whole building was painted with artwork. There was also a big BIG statue of Mary and she was crying REAL tears! At the end of the service lots of old people went to each of the statues and kissed the feet. It was very impressive. Tonight I can't decide if i want to go back to the church for a Festival of a Saint or if I want to go to the Bullfight here in Alicante. hmmmmm, tricky.

saturday afternoon

2006-07-15T16:55:00.000-05:00

these two old people were really cute at the beach. There were alot of boats out today and everysaturday there is live music in the PLaza. Today they were playing song from the musical Wicked!!! It made me really happy that i actually knew something that was going on, and also there is Burger King.

Senor Speedo

2006-07-13T08:04:00.000-05:00

This is from a day when me and Ellie were at the beach sunning. This gentleman was wearing a blue THONG speedo. EAnd, his hyknee was really really really hairy. ewwwww.

playing at the park, making pasta,and more beach.

2006-07-10T07:34:00.000-05:00

its just really cool. I love this place!

if you click on each picture it will get bigger so you can see it better.

2006-07-10T07:28:00.000-05:00

Vamos al la Playa

2006-07-10T07:24:00.000-05:00

buildings here and there....

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Some more stuff...mostly sily things....

Sweet Stuff in Spain

2006-07-10T06:54:00.000-05:00

Domingo

2006-07-09T07:31:00.001-05:00

last night i went out with my roomates and some people from our university. There are so many things to do here, the night life is way WAY different than in the states. But i am loving it...and the day life too. I think in Spain people ust rest all day and eat and hang out so that they will have all their energy for at night. Anyway, we went out dancing and we walked through this art park place which was really cool. Me and Elisa took alot of pictures in the art park. I´ll post pictures tomorrow, probably. The internet at out appartment is sketchy so i´ll just wait and use the university internet tomorrow. Tonight is gonna be really really fun cause its the Italy/France final game of the Copa Mundial!!! LAst time italy played, my roomate Giuseppe jumped in the city fountain with a bunch of other crazy italians. (i´ll post those pictures tomorrow too.) anyway, i am loving it and i told rachel crihfiled, that everyday seems to be better than the day before. PLUS everyday brings my trip to Switzerland a little bit closer too!!! ¡puta madre! as they say here. ok ok gott go do my homework and then take a nap on the beach. hey, you know how it is...when in rome...

2006-07-02T12:38:00.000-05:00

Here i am in SPain in an internet cafe. When the internet is working OK at my appartment i will put pictures on here. The water is amazing!!! i live about 15 minutes walk from the beach...there is a super market close also and lots little food shops. I just came back from the beach and i am a little sunburned. Its so cute there cause all the little kids just go naked. OH and all the women are topless! hahahah
My favorite things so far are 1. there is a jungle gym at the beach for big kids! its like this huge rope pyramid that can bounce oh meeeen its awesome!! I went with one of my roomates and i thought it was an art sculpture. he told me it WAS art but if i wanted i could climb on it.so i did and then we saw some police and he started telling me to get down get down! but then the police went right passed cause its actually a big toy hahaha AND 2. in one of the plazas in the city is like a gypsie/bohemian place where they sell smoked meat and musical instruments and cool/wierd stuff and EVERYONE is dancing and waving flags and playing tambourines, etc. Like a festival everyday!!! so amazing. last night we went there dancing then roamed the city andended up back at the beach cause at night there was a concert on the water! Everyone parties, they bring their little kids, like 4 and 5 years old and everyone is dancing all the time even old people. And everyone eats and sits in the plazas and listen to music eating chatting til 3-4 in the morning. Really amazing......always somewhere to go or something to do at anytime of day. Muy Bien!!!

Mamaw's house

2006-06-26T01:17:00.001-05:00

Visiting Mamaw before I leave. All of those flowers are out of our garden! Also some pictures of Houston, it was SO HOT today and the air conditioner was broken...DOH!

best babysitter EVER!

2006-06-22T22:15:00.000-05:00

Me and Connor painting faces, jumpin' and swingin'... I am not sure if he was having more fun or me.

PAcking and YOga

2006-06-21T02:42:00.000-05:00

ohhhh SUCKUH, I leave in about ten days, TEN DAYS!!!! and these are pictures of me "packing" for Spain. My room is completely a mess, but at least my winter clothes are packed up. I got my Visa on Monday. Tonight, I did a little packing and then i started playing with this cool pink ball i found. It just like a Yoga ball!!! Also, showing off my Tan. Oh, eand I can fit inside my Grey Suit case!!! So if anyone wants to go to Spain with me, I actually CAN fit a person in it. HA!

"Its ok, you are strong, Rachel."

2006-05-05T22:39:00.000-05:00

Today was Marco's last day, and I am very proud of myself. I only cried a little. At the airport I was really sad, but Vicente made me feel so much better the whole way back to Arkadelphia. EAND, I know that Marco is gonna be so happy at home. I am also very very VERY excited about this last week of school cause it brings me a little bit closer to SPAIN!!!! WOOT WOOT! Monday is ticket buying day!

oh good grief, i miss my boo already and my whole room still smells like him. Waiting for August is like waiting for my birthday!