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Sunday, July 31, 2011

The Little Bow



"You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You're on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the one who'll decide where to go..."
-Dr. Seuss (Oh, the Places You'll Go!)


(Dr. Seuss will be the honorary poet we have today. 

One of my favorites, with great things to say.
His poems are crafty, swift and complete, offering wisdom in rhymes so sweet.)



Wow. What a ride.
Always has a sense of humor in his approach
and a  helpful hand to offer.
“From there to here, and here to there,
funny things are everywhere.”



Back in the land of the free I arrived safe and sound in LAX at 1am on Sunday July 25th. The superman of my world greeted me with those familiar open arms as I exited the plane. It did not feel like that long ago when he had dropped me off. I remember watching papa pete on January 18th as I took lift off on the escalator and entered the long security line. Feeling so alone, so scared, and not knowing what was in store for me and my South American adventure. All I knew was I was going.
And sure thing I did.
Baby Edu! 


“Today you are You, that is truer than true.
There is no one alive who is Youer than You.”





After spending the night at my sister’s home and meeting my beautiful nephew Eduardo (I am now a proud auntie of three!) my father and I made the final leap- a boat ride to the island. A sold out 12:15pm departure, thus we were destined to sit separately. I found a place next to a couple from Thousand Pines. Whether they liked it or not, they had their own private tour guide for that hour we shared together. Thrilled to be making the vast cruise across the sea to my familiar landmass, I shared all my favorite things about Catalina with this pair. They only spent the afternoon in Avalon. Little do they know it is possible to spend your whole life over here- much more than meets the eye to behold.
Home Sweet Home
"Be who you are and say what you feel,
because those who mind don't matter,
and those who matter don't mind." 

My mother picked us up from the boat in the (barely) still living 1982 Jeep wrangler, how I missed her. Incognito, not yet ready to see everyone and begin sharing the stories of my travels in person, I slipped into the backseat with my glasses on and we took the long way home.

Mother from another brother.
"Why fit in when you were born to stand out?"



Other than morning runs and dog walks, I spent my first few days simply being. Celebrating my full reign in a kitchen once again, my diet has consisted mostly of dark chocolate, Mario’s beans, spinach smoothies and my special blend of iced tea… 
i know-bizarre- but all special things I have been without for far too long. I began the long (and yet to be completed) process of unpacking, enjoyed every meal with my family (God Bless Mario!) and didn’t think too much about all that has happened over these past 6 and a half months. A time of transitioning was needed, and was indeed had. Today I woke up and downloaded nearly 5,000 pictures on my computer. Scanning over them once again was like going through a time warp. Wow. I did all that. I was there. That is me. So much has changed. So much has happened. So much I have been blessed to experience.

So, here I am. Tying a pretty little bow around the South American adventure with this final blog post. During the process of writing this blog I have discovered all the more my passion for writing so… stay posted to my "normal" blog from here on out.   http://kyriaedwards.blogspot.com/


This afternoon I waved goodbye as my little sister departed for her first big international adventure. She will be traveling around France and Spain for two weeks along with 20 other students from her high school. Last Sunday I arrived, and this Sunday La is leaving. All things really do come full circle.
"You'll be on your way up!
You'll be seeing great sights!
You'll join the high fliers
who soar to high heights." 
 


As I wrote last, I finished my travels with a 16 day 200 hr RYT Yoga teacher training course. I successfully completed it and am now a certified yoga instructor! Whoo! Now let me just say if you are imagining a “yoga retreat” where the people are beautiful, yoga is done from morning to night and the birds sing the worlds delight… you would be right. But… it was also SO VERY INTENSE!!! Really, intense. My day spanned from 5am to 9pm. Countless hours of yoga practice and studies of philosophy, anatomy, history, postures, safety, modifications… there was a lot to cover. The life of a yogi. The balance of business and spirituality. A divine opportunity to acknowledge as well as move beyond our own greatest challenge- ourselves.
“And the turtles, of course... All the turtles are free-
As turtles and, maybe, all creatures should be.”

Although unintentional, I soon realized I had led my way down the hard road, by coming unprepared.  I was traveling for 2 full months before my arrival in Costa Rica where not once did I take a yoga class (outside if my own practice) and my mind was not devoted to the study and pursuit of yoga. Now yoga is a lifestyle, and one I aim to follow daily- so in that extent I felt on board but… I was a tad bit out of practice when it came to the asanas, and it was obvious. Fortunately I was surrounded by wonderful yogis who helped me along with their patient and ever loving support. 


My first week there was nothing short of a struggle. Physically sick with everything from headaches to the stomach flu to back pains (all of which I never usually have) to being emotionally out of whack. However, as I became settled and more comfortable in this new place, the beauty of it all began to unfold- allowing for true presence to pave the way for a conducive learning environment.


I underestimated the intensity of these two weeks and did not know they would demand so much of me. But I am grateful that they did. An incredible learning and growing experience for myself as a teacher, a student, and a yogini.
"The storm starts, when the drops start dropping
When the drops stop dropping then the storm starts stopping." 

Looking back on it now, I understand why my body, mind and spirit reacted as such. And rightfully so. I threw myself into an extremely challenging environment, totally different than anything I had been in during the past half year. During my travels, as I would go from one place to the next I would allot myself a couple of days to transition and settle. I did not have that time to settle into the teacher training. On top of that, my flight from Peru to Costa Rica was 7 hours late, so I missed my caravan, thus leaving me to spend the night in San Jose alone, where I then missed my bus the following (long story), left to wait four hours in a tiny bus stop where… well… I had a (much deserved at this point) mini-meltdown and then I pulled myself together. Learning some pretty valuable life lessons all on my own. Sometimes we are meant to figure things out by ourselves.
"So be sure when you step, Step with care and great tact.
And remember that life's A Great Balancing Act.
And will you succeed? Yes! You will, indeed!
(98 and ¾ percent guaranteed)" 

Then I arrived and all was well at the teacher training. It is wild how the time goes. Here I am now sitting on my couch almost as if none of the past 6 months ever happened. It feels dream like to look back on it all. The same Kyria sits here now who learned to ride a bike in these streets (two times), mastered social skills from these small town people and who developed a sense of “YES I CAN” from all the support of the community. 20 years later, YES I DID.

With that said, this is not the only adventure. I realize more and more it is not about South America, what I saw or what I did, it is how I did it all that matters. The lessons learned, opportunities had and relationships built helped give me the tools I need to better live the rest of my adventure. Every day is the journey. Since I have been back many people have said “I want to hear all about your trip! All the stories and memories made…” Part of me does not know when that “trip” started and ended. If I am only looking at the time in which I was out of the USA, we are missing the real value that was held during that exploration.  It is when I take a step back and look at this one grand event in the context of my whole  life’s journey, that the real significance can be seen and honored.
"You’ll miss the best things if you keep your eyes shut." 

I believe that traveling is one way to expedite ones learning and experience, therefore speeding up the process of self-growth and enlightenment. Anytime we go beyond our “comfort limits” we are bound to find something worthwhile. While traveling there are endless opportunities to do and see externally, which in turn allows us to see more internally. The more foreign of a destination, the more opportunity for change and exploration.

When I see people that live differently than I do, I am reminded we are not all the same and that there is much glory in the diversity between cultures. And on the flip side, we are all kind of the same. The Beatles had it right all along, “All you need is Love.” I am biased as I am forever an apprentice to Love, but other than the need to eat, sleep, work, and play- we all need to love and be loved in return. Sounds simple. 


The beauty in all of that is as long as these basic needs are met, and we live within our means, happiness and satisfaction are sure to be waiting patiently in our mailbox. From the homeless to the wealthy rich I have know, the key to opening that box is our mindset. As my yoga teacher loved to say “It is all mental.” And it really is.
"Be grateful you’re not in the forest in France
Where the average young person just hasn’t a chance
To escape from the perilous pants eating plants
But your pants are safe, you’re a fortunate guy
You ought to be shouting how lucky am I" 

Even if we have nothing, absolutely nothing, we still have control over our mind. Ultimately the world is what it is and we as individuals perceive it differently and therefore are different (along with biology, nature, nurture, and all that jazz) but at the root of it all is our mind. If we allow ourselves to view the world in the light that it really is, we not only allow ourselves to be divine as we are intended to be, but we also share that love and light with all whom we come in contact with. Thereby making the globe as a whole that much richer on all levels. Win-Win.

Now perhaps I am just a tired love hippie who is exhausted from half a years travel and has most recently been washed up as a beached mermaid on a stranded island and I am blabbing nonsense about love and life and the pursuit of happiness but, all of this is true… to me, in my mind and soul. But it may not be for you, which is wonderful too. I believe we all need to find our own philosophy, and we can use others for inspiration, but ultimately we are the rulers of our own worlds and must therefore write up a manifesto- or else we may be swooped up into someone else’s.  The deepest joy comes when we find others whom share a similar outlook and passion as we do. There we can really connect and begin to build our own family.
More of these good times to come!
"It's opener, out there, in the wide, open air."

It really is a wonderful world, and I can say that with all the more certainty now. While I crossed some places off on my "must see" list, the list only grew as more days passed in travels. I have a heart to travel and the desire to take me there. But for now I am greatly enjoying the comfort of home, the sweet unspoken joy of knowing exactly where I am and who I am with. The casuality that comes with knowing how the day will probably play out and what tomorrow will look like too. 


There is much to be appreciated about where I am from, this place and the village that it houses helped create the original mold for who I was to become. Only as I begin to venture farther and farther away do I realize it is ok, and at times even healthy, to break that mold and be the woman I choose to be. And it is also perfectly good to return home once again, embracing all that is new within and all that is constant without. 
"Today was good. Today was fun.
Tomorrow is another one."



After 178 days of traveling around 6 different countries thanks to the 14 planes taken and countless number of buses I sleeplessly enjoyed, I hereby declare this little bow tied. I am ready and enthusiastic to continue on this journey of life, and also grateful to close this beautiful chapter that has been one great South American adventure. 


I would also like to thank all of you. I wrote this blog for three reasons: One: to assist me in my nearly mad desire to record keep and remember all that has happened. Two: to help me digest the passing of events as I transitioned from one thing to the next at a rapid rate. And last but not the least bit least… to share it all with you. It means the world to me that you all have taken the time and interest to read a bit about my life. I can only hope it was a beneficial and enjoyable experience, and please do share a bit of your life story back with me too.

We are all in this together, and there is only so much we can learn on our own and via our personal observations. But if we all share some bits of wisdom that we have collected along the way… it is bound to be a much more rewarding journey for everyone.

Pura vida y namaste,
Kyria 





The entire globe I would love to roam, but as Dorothy once said, "there is no place like home."

As I ran today on this land where I am from, 
I was reminded once again of something truly awesome.
The world is vast, mysterious and great- a divine opportunity to learn, grow and re-create.
But it is in this soil where I am always welcomed, loved and known - 
that I can return again and again to rest my heart at home.
-Ki
~~~

And one of my favorites to wrap it up tight...

"I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, It's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, And that enables you to laugh at life's realities."
-Dr Seuss

Sunday, March 27, 2011

The City is my Teacher. The Nature is my Preacher.

I must say first, Welcome to my mind. I have this desire to remember everything that I do in this unique time and place- from coffee drinking to skydiving (well almost). What I write here is thoughts to myself and memories to keep safe. And it is a joy to share.

*** It´s ok to just look at the pictures too :)


Everyday I think of something to write about, something I want to share with you or something I want to record so I could then have the liberty to let it slip from the forefront of my mind. I have been filled with a whole new sense of gratitude and desire to go-do-see-try. Recently, I have been so busy filling my time with living; experiencing new things, people, places, foods, ect. that I have failed on keeping record.
Live first, write second I say! But here I am. Taking a Kí day and resting, writing, and breathing.
 All things in moderation right?

Here it goes, a trip down memory lane.
Some highlights include:
Mendoza Wine Country for Spring Break
Visit to Recoleta Cemetery
Fútbol Game
and Tandil Camping trip
Paved with pieces of stories and bits of wisdom collected along the way...


March 6th
Find a place to relax.
(I unwound in my favorite cafe. The whole top floor to myself. Feels like a tree house.)

March 7

Find your place in the sun.
March 8th

I began the day with a wonderfully challenging yoga class via buena onda yoga. And the studio is very very close to my house! Upon walking out  I saw a pile of English used books for sale. I found "The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao" (2007) written by Dominican author Junot Díaz. A big 20 pesos (5 bucks) and a new book to enjoy!

Then my book and I explored all the parks within a half hour walking distance from my home. Four parks in total, each equipped with it´s own style, vibe and purpose. I found a favorite.


Find your park.
Plaza Libertad.
Where children play and lovers lay.
The grass is green and the environment clean.
Perfect for yoga or reading a book
Come on down and have a look
March 9th

Find your creativity,
and let your friends know you care.

MENDOZA: Wine Country for Spring Break
What: Nectar of the goddesses
Where: Mendoza, central argentina prime for grape growing
How: Bus and bike baby
When: Mar 9-13th
Who:  73 UC students and you would wish you too
Why: ¿Por qué no?

Mmm... me encanta vino. There is so much to love:
The culture that creates it
The sweet juicy dusty straight from the vine baby grapes that start step one of the process
The way it brings people together
The delicate process in which you are meant to introduce yourself to the wine:
Look, smell, swirl, smelll, taste, disfrutá
The way it can taste like anything from cherries to wood to dry to smooth.
The way it gets better with age.
The way it is not a means for getting smashed,
but rather a medium to be enjoyed by adding to your meal and gathering.
And the way it makes me feel warm- from my core to my interactions with others.


March 10th

Work for each other.
Work for the fruits of life.
Work for your desires.

Work for chocolate.

March 11

Be in nature.
Be a Lover,
 
and Be Loved.
Be Present,
before the train of life passes you by.


Be Daring.

Be open to Vitamin D and Laughs.

Be exactly where you want to be.

Befriend a stranger.

Be accepting of love from all places
(even if it is from the bus driver...)

Take Chances
and drink from the fountain of youth.
Take a bath in a sulfur spa.

 
Take your own way.

Take a moment to support local economy.

Take time to reflect.


Take the opportunity to come together.


March 12th
 Today I was going to go skydiving. I had my deposit paid, rallied up 6 girlfriends to go too, we were ready to rumble at 7am and then... the man came and said "sorry ladies there is a storm." So... we waited around for a few more hours hoping the storm would pass, but it didn´t. Oh well, I guess it wasn´t mean to be here and now. One day I will jump out of a plane :)

So my friends and I settled for bike riding to the nearby wineries instead. Not a bad switch. Less exhilerating but more delicious!
Get on top of it.

Get Educated.


Get Organized.


Get Excited.


Get Crafty.

Get Cozy.

Get Silly.


Get Full of Color.

Get fresh air.


March 13th
(no pictures but a moment of great accomplishment for me)

As I was walking home after the bus back from Mendoza, a sweet little old lady came up to me and asked where the movie theatre was. AND I TOLD HER!
Sounds simple enough, but
1. I understood her
2. She understood me
3. I actually knew where it was!

After she smiled and said gracias I walked on and did a little victory dance (literally in the sidewalk). That was the moment that marked the passage from tourist to citizen. Hello Buenos Aires, I am LIVING HERE!

March 14th
Solo exploration of a nearby church and cemetery. Followed by a picnic in the park with friends.


Pews temporarily removed for mopping.
Even the church has to get cleansed from time to time.


Out of Death comes Life



"At the 24 anniversary of your birth,
your parents and sister miss your absence in pain."


Continue on.

...................



After leaving the Recoleta Cemetery I found this man...

And then he found me. Creepy Clown.
(Can you see where his other hand is???)

MMPPP
Monday Merienda Potluck Picnic in the Park

Surround yourself with good food and good people.

March 15th

Some of the best ice creams in the world
with some of the best ladies in the world.


Explore
and watch your step.


March 16th


New Teacher
with wild white-board writing skills.

 March 17th

Chocolate numbs all pain.

and after a sufficient amount of sugar and deep thinking...
I SIGNED UP FOR A YOGA CERTIFICATION COURSE IN COSTA RICA!
(see previous blog post for details)
March 18th

I woke up today with an enlivened spirit. Since I pushed the submit button on my yoga application everything fell into place. Before that night I had been self diagnosed with a minor case of home-sickness. Adjusting to my new support circle and this entire new way of living in Buenos Aires. That is a big deal. It is a lot to undertake and without my usual realease of family and friends by my side to cheer me on, without my running trails, my cookie making partners, my sunset to look at, ocean to dive into or even my clean air to breathe- I began to keep little things held up inside.

But something happened that night at 2am. I put my worries to rest and just let it all go settle somewhere beyond my body, mind and soul. I switched my focus from what I was missing to the bountiful supply of all I was being offered.  I allowed myself to fully envelope the incredible enviroment, people and opportunities open to me. Here and Now.
I had been having an wonderful time in Argentina up to this point of course, but today was really a defining moment of fully fully embracing my life here. Funny thing is that once I was excitied about living life here and now, I had SO SO much to be excited about! New relationships began to unfold, new opportunites arised and my natural disposition was much more relaxed and joyful.
Sometimes we have to begin leading the life we want to live, in order for our path to unfold into that life we have been dreaming about all along. The power of our mind is beyond understanding. Your mind forms your reality. If there is an issue, try changing it in physical manifestation (making a "real life" change) and if that doesn´t work, the only choice you have is to adjust your mindset and the way you view it.


---Started the day off by leading yoga in the park with friends and then...

Headed to lunch at my new favorite place to load up on calories and nutrition.
The Happiness House
(good name right?)
A big ready to go buffett that is charged by the weight.
Everything yummy and vegetarian!
Right by school and right by the park :)
---Thanks Alex!


Broke good-for-the-soul-bread (made with love by Tahnee)
with Tahnee and Jules on their terraza.
Plus some divine tomato, basil, chili, olive oil, goodness graciousness to put on top!

And that night I met up with some friends I made in Bariloche who live in BA! Just 3 porteños and I eating pizza, drinking some champagne (classy right?) and playing pool. Good to have some quality manly-man time. And... it was the perfect opportunity to live life like the locals! In a beautiful old house (house, not apartment which is basically all I have seen thus far) and talk in spanish the entire time. One computer technician, one studying to be a doctor and another massage therapist- and all were very sweet and helpful if I was left behind in the conversation. So much fun and great practice too!


Saturday March 19th

Night of the super full moon, and one of my most favorite days.

Up and out I went to meet miss Jules on the corner. While most students have purchased cell phones, I have not. I love not having a phone, and I want to take advantage of this time where I don´t need to have one. It has been one sweet breath of fresh air. As I waited for her on thecorner I felt very awkward. The little man in front turned green and I didn´t walk. Then the other little man to my side turned green and I still dodn´t walk. It is so silly but I was worried that people would be looking at me thinking "how bizarre, that girl is just standing on the corner." I felt nervous as if I was waiting for a drug seal in broad daylight. Then I realized, as with any situation, it is all in my mind- and I hold the power to change my reality.

So I took a breathe, reminded myself that no one really cares if I am standing in a side walk and I sat down on a door step. What a whole new experience it was. I enjoyed just sitting there, watching life, cars, dogs and wind blow by. Of course, no one even seemed to notice I was sitting there and I almost felt invisable. Just by changing my approach to the situation I began to view it as a social experiment and it was even kind of fun! In no time, Julia walked up and (silly but true) I could have enjoyed sitting there much longer.

But the day was just getting started and little did I know, this was a day to love.

Meeting up with lovely Tahnee we headed to one of my now most favorite places in BA.
Alex, King of finding incredible hidden in the wall treasures, led us to El Galpón: the organic market and co-op in BA. Hidden at the end of a long dirt alley and disguised in a big yellow shed, it is open only on Wednesdays and Saturdays. And it is amazing!

from the distance

from the outside

from the inside
To the far right you can see a purple sheet. That was "luz vitals"
owned by a glowing woman who made all sorts of wondrous bath and body profucts.
 I now happily own and regularly use: a jar of lavendar oil and 2 bottles of massage oil.

Eat the rainbow.
Mmm... So colorful and fresh and re-energizing!
Off to a perfect start, the day was sublime. Syncronizing energies and a constant circulation of love. Something to be experienced more than it is meant to be written about. A day I am grateful for and more so, the beautiful individuals who- with open arms and open hearts- cultivated the environment for a community to gather.


Sunday May 20th

Meeting with a friend from the block and his crazy cool buddy we ventured to a nearby park to have mate and enjoy the day. After hitting a volleyball around with a tree, we walked into this...

After standing for a moment in amazement and amusement, I walked over and talked to the tela instructors. The warm women gave me all the information I needed to know. I will begin next week!

That night I went to my first Argentine Fútbol Game!!! Wow.

Players are Gods here and fans are soldiers preparing for battle. We had to go through numerous police men before we could even hand over our ticket, and after the game we had to wait 40 minutes until all the fans of the visiting team had left the premises. (It is not uncommon for post-game parking lots to get very very dangerous. Sometimes deadly.)
Fortunately, I only got hit once.
Just kidding! Funny picture though :)
Move your arm front and back like so at a 90 degree angle while singing
"Ole, ole ole ole (name of your favorite team) x 2 and repeat for 4 hours.
Being a UCSB Gaucho myself, I have already had a few years to practice- apparently I had the motions down as a porteño standing behind me complemented me on my moves!



In the end...

Boca perdió 2-0 con Olimpo en la Bombonera. Luckily the Olimpo fans above us celebrated by throwing paper.

They have been known to throw other items such as bottles and bags of feces. I know, it´s horrible.

Monday March 21st

Originally planning on celebrating life via a week at the Rainbow Gathering we spent much time and energy of this week devoted to planning out that trip. One half hour before we were going to leave, the trip fell through. Long story short, we didn´t end up going. Dissappointed at first and then trusting that everything happens for a reason, it was still a wonderful weekend.

During our planning adventures we went to this car rental company way on the out skirts of town.

Having a birds eye advantage we could view the un-swimmable Rio de la Plata.
And from the other angle we could see the thick pollution covering the city like a blanket.
Being in the city it is hard to see the actual contamination, but it is there.
 "Buenos Aires" is not the most fitting name anymore.

Leaving Barrio Chino.

Tuesday March 22

On my way to school a van was pulling into a parking garage. I lookedat the driver to see if I could walk first or if he was going to pull in front of me. People get hit by cars so I just wanted to make sure. He signaled for me to cross and I did the standard head nod and semi hand wave signaling back "Roger that, thank you." Apparently I sent another signal. A few blocks later I hear this "Hola" from behind me. It was the man from the car! I didn´t get creepy vibes from him, which would be very easy to attract in a situation like this, instead it was all humorous to me. Oh the Argentine men. I am not trying to sound like I was the best thing that walked  by the sidewalk that morning, but he was all googly-eyed and apppeared mesmerized. He practically walked me to class, never stopped looking into my eyes or smiling as we spoke in Spanish the whole time.

While I dont know if I will see this man again, I must say I LOVE THE PASSION! Can you imagine? Going to park your car, see a woman walk by, hurry to park your car and then run after her on the street?!?!
That is insane in American standards, but here, it happens (although this is more on the extreme end even for porteños). I wish more people had the courage, ganas and drive to go after what they want with such determination! If you want it (or her in this story) GO GET IT! What is the worst that happens? You come back with no girl? That is just how you started off right? All you can do is win or come out even. Now I hope this story has inspired you to tell that woman she is beautiful, to ask that man out on a date, to hold the door open for someone or to be so bold as to chase the next best thing down the street!
I admired the gesture and naturally it shot up my ego a couple notches as well :)

After school there was another handsome man in the works...
Adrian Padilla is in Town!!! 


One of my dear friends and fellow 2008 class member from the island was studing abroad in Chile and now he was traveling through BA with a couple of friends! I got to play tour guide for an afternoon and take them to a few of my favorite spots.
Recoleta Cemetery of course.
I can go there time and time again.
It is like a maze where time itself is put on hold.
Then we went to possibly the best ice cream place in the world.
Address: Quintana 188
A 1/4 Kilo for everyone!
Although we ate most of it en route, a good amount was enjoyed as a picnic in the park.


Yes. That is a big red chair.
Me and my horrible sense of direction got us lost in my mind,
but then we were found by this neato architecture museum.

Dragon Ball Z left his ball for us to play with.

Me (left) and Kate (right)
getting our back bend on.


 Wednesday March 23


Started the rainy day off by laying my eyes on the largest croissants I´d ever seen!
No, I didn´t buy one.



After being tossed around as if stuck inside a washer machine, it was certain that Rainbow was a no go. Tragic but true. There was only one thing to do. Make good food with good people to heal the wounds and comfort the soul.
Brussel Sprout Burritos to the rescue!
Plus my most favorite salad with freshly candied walnuts!
How could you not feel better after a meal made of love like that?
 
Thursday March 24th
This Thursday and Friday are holidays (Argentina has A LOT of holidays...)
What are we going to do we said? Camping! So we went. Tandil here we come!
(that was the much simplified version of the story)
 

A Rainbow of our own.





Spontaneous trio, we decided just a couple of hours before the bus departed to head to nature!
Lets Go Play Ladies!



Friday March 25th 
Our campsite could have easily been mistaken for being in northern california.
Felt like a familiar environment. Camping was good for the soul - a break from city life.
Mother Earth is a Hippie.



Snuggle buddy 1

Snuggle buddy 2

In lieu of smores.
Don Quijote and the Windmill.

An old church.


The whole crew!
Eryn my host sister (fourth from the left) and 5 of her NYU friends welcomed us to join their campsite!

Perfection.


That night I woke up at 4:30 am and the fire was still going so I sat for a while. Alone with my mind.
My intention was to stay and watch the sunrise when all of the sudden- DOWNPOUR!
Rain came out by the buckets, so after ensuring the fire was out, I ran to my tent (silly by now as I was already dripping) and aimed to sleep until the morning light.

Saturday March 26th

Take down camp. Head back home. Shower and...
Celebrate Life!
With food.


With love.



and with sweets.

Mmm... all around a delicious evening.

Sunday March 27th

Rest day. Felt a tad under the weather.
But on the bright side, I had pleanty of time to write.