Merry Christmas 2016!

happy-holidays

My warmest wishes to you and yours!  May the light of His birth shine in your hearts and fill them with endless joy.

Mick shared this haiku with me in my comments a few days ago and it’s perfect, so I’m sharing it with you all:

~~~~~~~~~JOY~~~~~~~~~
no words understood
the joy of what just took place
grace my mind always
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Merry Christmas peeps!  Thanks for sharing your blogging with me!

Tuesdays of Texture | Week 52 of 2016

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!

Peeps, sorry for the delay!  I chilled too much 😦

That’s the texture of the bear in Santa’s set up in Plaza Las Americas.  (Where you can find the worst photographer and the ugliest background after the longest line ever.)

Don’t worry about your comments, if you linked up I’ll update your contribution to this post.

Edited: THANKS to all the cool contributors of last week, please check them out;

Thanks!

Looking up and Looking Down

I have two views recorded at Plaza Las Americas on our visit to Santa.

We saw the dancing lights:

The dancing lights. #ChristmasTree #ChristmasMusic

A video posted by @naramilee on

(And I was very disappointed that they played our typical music last and in such short time.)

And the fake snow:

Fake snow. #ChristmasMusic

A video posted by @naramilee on

All the kids went crazy about this “snow” while Baby J analysed it doing various tests.  I discovered her results when she came back to the Hardcore Country Life (there’s a thorn in my heart that won’t let me call it home.  I’m trying to heal it, although it looks pretty hopeless at the moment) and her father asked her what was the snow like.  She immediately answered:  foam.

My genes are so in there.

I thought about the contrast of perspectives in this post and I’ll invite you to try and change your perspective on something today.  Look at a situation, place, someone, a task, anything, differently.  It’s so much about how you perceive it and not about what or how it actually is.

I’ll try to find one embracing thing about this Hardcore Country Life for example.  One good thing.  I often can’t deal with the whole Hardcore Country Life picture, so I just pick one thing each day.  I’ll try to find it’s positive side today.

This might require lots of syrup or wine.

Have a great perspectively positive day!

Because I can’t do the big rock n’ roll party I wanted

I wanted to do something special for my birthday this year, writing wise.

I miss writing like I used to.  I think it’s unbelievably unfair that back when I didn’t had anyone to share my stories with I was a story making machine.  I could sit down and produce a short story in forty five minutes, or I could narrate it as I made it up, right in that moment.  They were all filled with magical characters and places and I felt such joy from them.

I can’t bring fiction back to my fingers as easily now (maybe because my life has received a dump full of hardcore reality the past couple of years) so I stick to real life narration.

In an effort to exercise my writing differently and merging the main purpose of this blog’s birth – which was to conserve my memories for posterity – I thought of a new series.  Hopefully each week I’ll share a memory of something, someone or somewhere that has touched my life and/or my heart so deeply I still can recall it with vivid clarity.  One moment that became engraved in me and redefined what I am today.

I’m going to call it the “I Remember” series and tomorrow I’ll share my first one with you.  I’d love to hear your feedback on it and I do hope you enjoy it.

I invite you to drink the alcoholic beverage of your choice or just eat something deliciously decadent to celebrate with me my birthday today.  Get that bottle of wine out and use this excuse to chill back and relax.

Have a happy day!

San Se, as we affectionately call them

Christmas was officially (for the government) over last week (on the fourteenth, the end of las octavitas:  eight days after Three Kings Day);  you can count that, it was forty eight days of Christmas –  longest Christmas of the planet! 

Unofficially (for normal Puerto Ricans) Christmas are over after the celebrations of Las Fiestas de la calle San Sebastian, which are fired up this weekend. 

This is a little celebration token given to manfriend by a dear friend:  pitorro (moonshine) with a San Sebastian label.  I think it was cured with coconut.  YUM.

Moonshine a la San Se.

There are some extremes that take Chritsmas as far as la Candelaria, but we shouldn’t go there, I think our love for Christmas and parties is clearly stated after we dance in the streets with the cabezudos, yards in hand.

Have a lively weekend!