Tuesdays of Texture | Week 25 of 2017

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Lola. #dog #doglover #furryfriend

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A few days back I went to visit a dear friend and they received me in the best way:

Nice welcome at a friends house. #dog #doglover #summer

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There was also a one year old present so, the cute was all over the place.  That furry friend’s name is Lola and she is so cool she can barely handle it.  The first time I met her she growled the entire day while I pet her and kissed her and put my face into her.  This time she sat beside me all day long and I just squeed the whole time.

Thanks to every one who shared their posts!  Check them out:

 

I Remember: Sea water is salty

I used to be very close to my father’s family back when I was younger.

I loved them dearly, and even though we only saw each other on holidays, I had very intimate relationships with my cousins.   They were like a bunch of brothers and sisters that I got to play with when school was off.

Most of the time it was me going to their town and staying there though, very few times they got to come to my house and stay.

All of them (my father had 12 brothers and sisters) came once one summer.  They stayed over, all of them, so we could all visit the beach together – something that only happened that once.  And I remember when we ran to the shore, from my house – I live a couple of streets away from the beach and we couldn’t contain our excitement, so we started running as soon as we went outside my home and just did not listen to any of our moms yelling at us to stop.  We kept going until the waves touched our toes.

And then we stopped.  One of my cousins had never seen the ocean before.  We all stood there for a few seconds experiencing the ocean’s grandness and our smallness together, in awe.  Then we ran some steps back to have more impulse to run forward.  I can still hear the laughter of all of us splashing our way forward.

When we were deep enough we started getting closer to each other, still laughing in glee and that’s when my cousin – that one that had never been to the ocean – looked at me, eyes wide open and exclaimed “it’s salty! This water is salty!”  

It had never occurred to me, since the beach was my patio, that someone would not know such thing.  “Of course it is!”  I spat back at him, before one other cousin came and asked him to have a  swim race.  I only realised that he had never been to the ocean decades later.  And it made the moment much bigger, so much significant.

 

Tuesdays of Texture | Week 24 of 2017

Tuesdays of Texture is a really awesome weekly feature.  You can read about it over here; but the short version is I want to see a bit of your world so link up your post in the comments!

Spiky colors #cactus #suculent #yellow #pink

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#yellow

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From a visit to a market.  I wanted all the succulents! 

Last week was full of cool participations with beautiful colors THANKS to all participants, check them out!

Tuesdays of Texture | Week 22 of 2017

Tuesdays of Texture is a really awesome weekly feature.  You can read about it over here; but the short version is I want to see a bit of your world so link up your post in the comments!

 
Two textures that should not be together.  At least if one of them is processed. 

I loved last week’s participations, THANKS TO EVERYONE who shared their posts; go check them out:

Dancing Mondays: Despacito ft. Bieber Edition

This came out and I tweeted this:

Then I never got to posting it because that next Monday something had happened that it didn’t felt like the way to go.  (I don’t remember now, but it was international news.  They’ve been downers lately.)

But today:

The importance of Justin Bieber choosing this song to do his Spanish bit is pretty big for us.  We had been waiting for him to give props to the genre he used in his latest music production because it felt like he was just going to use the beats and not acknowledge it.

For him to do that in a song with Daddy Yankee, one of our most famous, old school, successful regaetoneros and then with Luis Fonsi who is also one of our most famous artist and an amazing songwriter is like, he cared.   Also, it can’t be denied that he has an ear for hits, and he chose this thing well.

I give him all the credit in the world because he went with a sustancial part in Spanish and not with a lazy “baby” or “mamacita” (which, I have to comment, is a bit ironic that my own lovely Pedrito a.k.a Bruno Mars does that in his super hit That’s What I Like, fully aware that we’ve been craving for him to do a little Spanish bit, he chose the I’m-going-to-leave-you-wanting-more  mamacita, him with the hispanic background, but it’s okay.  In his own time he can do something.  We’ll just wait. And whine about it.) and even more, he totally slayed them.  His pronunciation is wonderful.  I love that because some kid that has never cared for Spanish could be singing this in the summer somewhere in Kentucky.

I though I was going to go over some of the lyrical meaning of the song, but I called my friend Fonsi and he said well, I’ll do it for you then.  And he is such fun, you’ll love what he did:

So there.  Begin this week dancing, it’ll be easier to keep it going that way.

DES.PA.CITO.

Tuesdays of Texture | Week 23 of 2017

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#ocean #boating

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Last weekend it was Little J’s birthday weekend and we spent it at:

Her father did an entire makeover to the apartment for her birthday and it’s so pretty now we had a hard time leaving it!  We are already only talking about when we are going back.  To see her enjoying that place with the same glee that I had at her age is delightful.

Above is a video of the water while the ferry merrily took us to the other side.

*By the way, we rent that apartment!  If you are ever in these parts and want a home away from your home in a highly exclusive and secure area without the high prices, contact me 🙂

Thanks to all participations from last week!

 

I Remember:  The Night I learned boleros are universal

My father’s side of the family is mostly Protestant Christian.  One of my uncles is a pastor and he converted almost all his brothers and sisters, and they were thirteen to start with so, it was a significant amount of people. 

Most of my cousins grew up in that religion, which in their case strictly prohibits dancing.  It was frustrating to me as a youngster to go to one of their weddings and sit down all night long.  I was used to mundanely dancing the night away and having an alcoholic beverage in my glass for the toast. 

One night I found some of those cousins in the wedding of a distant relative and one of my friends.  They were catholic and there was not only music, but a real freaking band playing.  My shoes went off pretty early that evening.  What I remember though is the moment I saw one of my cousins and her husband hugging by the end of our table, while standing up;  only to figure out a few seconds later that they were swaying to the rhythm of a classic bolero.  And just as my mouth was beginning to regain composure two other cousins – a brother and sister, to make it even more weird because why not – started dancing too! 

I just about had a heart attack.  

As soon as the song was over I started firing questions how, when and why.  And they just looked at me all cool and basically said what? We have feelings too. 

And that is the night I learned when it comes to love and boleros, everyone feels the same way. 

Meet Borinken: Gofio

Puerto Rican chilhood for the baby boomers generation in one short clip featuring Lin Manuel Miranda and Dayanara Torres (backstage 200 Letters).

What I should’ve written, but didn’t 

 Every night before going to bed I tell myself, I’m going to stay up late and update stuff, schedule like a boss, type things, check things.  Then my head touches the pillow and I literally disconnect.  
With the exception of one night this week when the overwhelming heat woke me up (air conditioner was still in spring temp settings, I was in denial but yes, the OMG IT’S SO HOT SOSOSOHOT days are here.) and I remembered a dream – a long, twisted nightmare about ex-manfriend that left me emotionally exhausted – sleeping hours are a “CLOSED” for me. 

Some of the things I should’ve written about but didn’t:

We changed Little J school this semester after dropping her out of the first school she attended, where she ended up hospitalized, getting one infection after the other, getting sick every single time she went to school.  We decided to go with the bigger, out of town school, (the much more expensive school, insert my I can not believe it whining here) that has pristine classrooms and exclusive play areas. And guess what? It turns out organization, cleanliness and first impressions ARE really important.  

She had a couple of episodes (which are expected at her age with exposure), but she attended school all semester, participated in school events and we all enjoyed school activities.  

Side note: a few days after dropping her out I noticed all her school things got covered in a green/brown mold/mildew and I wanted to shove them through the first school’s principal nose, who told me to take my daughter to the beach every day to get her lungs clean when I met with her to talk about the health problems we were having.

I did my first job interview in almost four years.  It went amazing and then right before ending spectacularly, it swerved and got horribly wrong. How wrong? The last interviewer (I passed three previews interviews) said he could potentially give me a job, if I got him the client for the project.  So, he offered me a job that I was to basically provide for myself.  I have never felt more humiliated in my professional career.  I sank so low in that chair I don’t know how I ever got up from it. And I’m still questioning myself if giving a client is worth it, which is the worst part, because it’s like a bad breakup where you can’t really move on even though the other part treated you like crap.

We had new neighbors since December and they were young and vibrant and the guy had one friend who always woke him up like “yo, Ben!” And then he SANG A SONG like a serenade.  It was almost always some reggae song from this band or Bob Marley or a salsa tune and I miss him.  If I saw him I wouldn’t recognize him because I never really even looked at him, but that dude was a happy part of the day.  Or even night.  

Now we have new neighbors again and they haven’t spent one day without fighting since they moved.  Ugh. 

Anything new in your part of the world?  What have you been up to?  Update me in the comments 🙂

Tuesdays of Texture | Week 21 of 2017

Tuesdays of Texture is a really awesome weekly feature.  You can read about it over here; but the short version is I want to see a bit of your world so link up your post in the comments!

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Different ribbons I bought back when I bookbinded.  Trying to catalog materials to reuse them in other creative projects.  

Last week’s participations have a bit of everything, including sea and land creatures! THANK YOU guys!