September 29, 2010 § 6 Comments
Aside from quitting my job, selling all of my belongings and moving to a new country, I did something else. I MOVED IN with my boyfriend!
I have never done this before – cohabitation. I would say we are both adjusting quite nicely. Giving each other the time, attention and space that the other needs. Honestly, I was too stressed about everything else to even think about this aspect of the move. But if I had thought about it… I would have said this is the scariest part.
On the topic of scary – yesterday we did something big. Huge. We went to Ikea together.
I know. Why would we do such a thing? Spending more than 30 minutes in this store is enough to send any couple into therapy. But who am I kidding – 30 minutes barely gets you past the living rooms.
We made it all the way to potted plants and swedish meatballs. Yay us! Organization supplies were in order. I am settling in and making his place, mine too. I have claimed my “corner of the world.”
I can’t wait to show you when it’s done.
Supplies so far…
UPDATE: Here is the final reveal!
September 28, 2010 § 5 Comments
Old school Monica anyone??
Yesterday, indeed, one of those days. Well, one of those afternoons. I found myself, homesick, annoyed, anxious… all of the above. It came out of nowhere. All I wanted was the familiar, the things I know. Which at this point – 5 days in – is me, myself and I. Even that is questionable at times.
So I went on a walk with myself. In search of the familiar.
After one block, my path merged with a mother walking hand in hand with her two daughters. The older one – about 5 years old – cried for 6 blocks. I could have easily turned down a different street. However, I found her painfully longing tears strangely comforting.
If only it was appropriate for me to walk down the street like that. I’m sure I would have felt much better a lot sooner.
I took a right at the Haagan-Dazs. Not because I wanted ice cream. I just wanted to walk close to it. There is no mystery in that shop. I know what I can get.
If Julia (or Elizabeth Gilbert) can make it… so can I.
Modern Family anyone? I’ve heard it’s good. I’m sure it’s just as funny in spanish.
Amidst the things I know, the commercial, there is so much beauty here.
A walk, a yoga class, stumbling upon this gem of a store…
… and things are looking up. Organic and specialty products – be still my heart. I tried to charm the man who helped me with the pan integral (whole grain bread.) Maybe next time he’ll let me pull up a chair next to Betty Crocker. Oh, home!
I randomly heard this song at the end of the day. A small sign that it will all…wash away.
September 26, 2010 § 9 Comments
On Friday, one of David’s best friends got married. The wedding was in Toledo. A city 45 minutes south of Madrid. The ceremony was held at a beautiful Cathedral downtown and the reception was at Cigarral de las Mercedes. Breathtaking!
It was hard to capture pictures that really did this event justice.
I was interested to see the differences between an American wedding and a Spanish wedding. The ceremony was a typical Catholic Mass. Similar to that in the States. Sit – stand – kneel – “peace be with you – and also with you.” I found the fact that I could basically follow along in spite of the language barrier somewhat comforting.
Like any good wedding, after the ceremony came the party. 400 + people filled the grounds. Wine flowed and and hors d’oeuvres were served in the garden over looking the city.
The 4 course dinner was served in a fabric draped tent filled with candles and flowers. The best of the best! My kind of event. Dinner started with lobster and ended with chocolates, cake and petit fours. I can’t get over how thoughtful the bride and groom were. Knowing that I would be attending, they arranged a vegetarian meal for me. Like everything else – amazing!
The best part of the night was getting the chance to spend time with the Spaniard’s friends. I couldn’t stop smiling and laughing. My jet-lag and fears were forgotten. I was caught up in the celebratory evening, among truly welcoming people. I have always believed that you can tell a lot about a person by looking at their friends. To say this evening further solidifies why I am here is an understatement. I can’t wait to call “his” friends mine too.