The Engagement Ring

June 29, 2011 § 45 Comments

I am aware that I have a sexy existence over here. The American falling in love with the Spaniard. But there still the hard days and the lonely times. There is still culture clash and learning to understand the other person, where they come from and the culture that surrounds you.

I often write when I don’t know what else to do. When I am filled with thoughts and emotions and there is no one to listen. After all, I do try to respect the time difference and not wake my slumbering friends on the west side of the Atlantic.

Sarah and Thomas – Charleston, SC

In light of the recent engagement I thought this little tid bit would be interesting… not all cultures believe in the elusive engagement ring.

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March 1, 2011

The Spaniard nearly fell out of his chair.

Spaniard: “How much? For a ring? Wouldn’t you rather travel to Australia?”

Simple answer: “No.”

It sounds all cute and funny. But being looked at like you are clinically insane is no fun.

In the Spanish culture when a man proposes to a girl he can give her anything he wants. A bracelet, a necklace, perhaps some earrings.

Excuse me?

The proposal can be as simple as the two sitting on the couch in the home that they have shared for years when the following ensues:

Her: I think we should get married this year.

Him: Ok, I agree.

Her: What about October sometime?

Him: Sounds good.

Her: I will call the church and <insert favorite reception venue here> and see what dates they have available.

Him: Great.

Done and Done! Yes. Seriously.

I ran this little scenario by the Spaniard he said, “yeah, kind of like that.”

Here’s the thing, I am still an America. I want the ring.

To say the Spaniard fully understands this is FAR from the truth. But he does love me, and I have faith that my dreams will one day come true.

But honestly, this is not the way I saw this happening. I never saw myself needing to convince my love that a ring is necessary. That it is important. That I am not crazy, and that millions of people do this.

But I also never saw myself moving to Spain, going on the adventure of my life, riding on a daily roller coaster, and falling madly in love with absolute 100% certainty.

I just hope he settles into the idea of that engagement ring. I mean, if he one day wants to engage me.

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And as it always does… with a little faith… it all works out.

Tara and Aaron – Orlando, FL

Have you ever had to adjust your expectations in a relationship because your partner just didn’t understand where you were coming from? Culture, background, desires, dreams… ?

* And special thanks to my wonderful friends who let me post their nuptial pictures! Too beautiful and joyous not to share.

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Slump Bump

June 8, 2011 § 8 Comments

After a weekend of fun. After 3 days of adventures and being surrounded by friends it is no surprise that I woke up Monday (and Tuesday) in a bit of a slump.

I am so thankful for my friends in Spain. It’s just too bad half of them live outside of Madrid.

I took my slump in stride but made an effort to give myself a little bump.

Lisbon, Portugal - December 2010

Bump 1: Endorphins

I walked in the pouring rain to the gym for some weights. I am trying to incorporate more bone building exercises.

Watching the bump in my biceps and lifting next to the men made me feel strong and tough.

Bump 2: Give a little!

As I walked home I couldn’t help but notice the two American accents standing on the corner, maps in hand.

Besides wanting to hug them and talk about the NBA finals, I offered my directional assistance.

The day stayed grey. Truth be told I was a little homesick and friendsick. But my little bumps definitely helped my slump.

Now, who wants to talk basketball?

Thoughts from the plane: Aaand I’m back

May 25, 2011 § 8 Comments

May 23, 2011 – MCO –> MAD

And just like that I am back on the plane – back to Madrid.

It does get easier.

An easier version of extremely hard.

There are always tears. Sometimes more, sometimes less.

I open my book to distract my thoughts and this face is staring back. Should have thought better of my bookmark choice.

I am brimming with excitement. I will see the Spaniard so soon. Man, I have missed him!

I am a lucky girl.

There are 8 days until my next visitor.

I can’t wait for the adventures that these next months hold…

And then, I am sure, I’ll be back!

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