Leftovers

December 30, 2011 § 15 Comments

Christmas, oh Christmas… here one day, and gone the next. I have been soaking in every moment of being home… and documenting none of it.

Here are the leftovers:

Candy canes that my mom will try to pawn off on the guests that are attending her New Years Eve bash.

The quarter burnt pine candle that as far as I am concerned can stay out all year long.

And the “best pumpkin pie I have ever eaten!!” Words of my father – I completely agree.

I followed this recipe exactly. Amazing!

My Christmas break at home has been absolutely wonderful. I’ve been surrounded by family and friends from the moment I touched down. There is always so much to do and so many people to see when I am stateside. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

There has also been some purchasing and planning in the future department. Just when life gets normal it changes again. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Thoughts from the plane: I’ll miss you more

December 20, 2011 § 23 Comments

December 14, 2011 – MAD -> MCO

Scene:

Him: I’m going to miss you.

Her: No, I’m going to miss you!

Him: Well, I’m going to miss you more.

Her: No, I’m going to miss you more!!

Him: Nooo, I’m going to miss YOU more!!!

* All said in that mushy gushy love voice*

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The above conversation has never happened between the Spaniard and I. If I started talking to the Mr. in that mushy love voice I have no doubt he would look at me like I was crazy.

[I wonder if couples in the Spanish culture have their own way of playing this little lovers game?]

As I sit on the plane I can’t help but think… I WILL miss him more. More than my last trip home.

When people ask, “How does it feel being married?” My response is “it feels exacts the same – and that is exactly how I like it.”

Life is good.

But I think there is something about being married. I think I will miss him more. Alas, back and forth, here and there, this is our life for now. And like I said, life is good.

Even through the missing anticipation I am beyond excited. Excited for Christmas shopping, cooking and baking. I missed Christmas in the U.S. last year and I am looking forward to every hectic minute. Tis the season for absolute mayhem. I can’t wait.

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Update: 5 days in and I have never loved Christmas more. My family has made this trip so special and we aren’t even to the big day yet. I couldn’t be more grateful.

2 Stories / 1 Title : Oh Sweet Jesus!

December 14, 2011 § 27 Comments

Story 1:

The Spaniard and I left the house on Saturday to explore the city. We usually start out with no destination and wait to see where our feet take us.

Our walk led us to the Town Hall. The beautifully renovated huge white building in the center of the city. The building that the Pope stood before to address the city. The building where I witnessed, a father helping his daughter [let’s say – age 3] relieve herself next to a tree right in front.

This very tree.

And by “relieve herself” I do mean urination. Public urination. In front of the Town Hall – of the Capital City – of the Nation of Spain! Next to a tree. Like a dog. [There I said it.]

I have seen this before. I have seen this more than once. The first time I saw what should never be seen outside of a restroom  [and even then there are private stalls] I nearly died.

I rushed home with… “you will never guess what I saw today in the city!” The Spaniard’s response, “oh yeah, that happens.”

Seriously!? Seriously.

As I stood in front of this most prestigious building – jaw dropped – eyes wide – all I could muster – all I could say …

“Oh Sweet Jesus.”

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Story 2:

[Since we were already at the Town Hall.]

The Town Hall of Madrid sets up an exquisite nativity scene in the foyer of the building during the holiday season every year. It is free admission and therefore a free wait in the line that wraps the building.

The Spaniard and I have scoped out the line on previous weekends… and have kept right on walking. Today was the day. On the coldest day thus far in December we decided to wait it out.

45 cold minutes later… [that went by surprisingly fast as I was entertaining the Spaniard with comical dating stories from my past – you can’t tell all your stories before the wedding – I mean, what are we going to talk about for the rest of our lives?]

… we were upon the Nativity.

It was beautiful. I am told the Nativity [which is more like a village] takes 10 months to put together.

The detail was amazing. Every donkey, camel and wise man was considered.

And the pièce de résistance

Oh Sweet Jesus!

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