Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Cha Cha Cha...

The Spanish hips don´t lie. Flamingo dancing they call it.


Monday, October 25, 2010

Cork Trees...

Apparently, 60% of the world´s cork product comes from the cork trees in Portugal. They are beautiful trees that are stripped every 9 years. When they are freshly stripped, they have a red truck. Every trunk has a number depecting the year they were last stripped. Cork trees are everywhere in between cities.


There is cork everything in the local stores. This adoreable man is carving crafts out of pork. I loved the nativity set. That would make a great colectors item. I was very interested. He proceeded to give me an elaborate explanation of what it was he was doing. All in Portuguese. I just nodded. Didn´t have a clue what he said.

I saw cork boots, umbrellas, aprons, purses, postcards. You name it, they make it. In a couple hours time, it really grew on me.


Spanish Steps...

Now I know why the Spanish Steps in Rome are called that. This is a common sight it seems for Spain.

Don´t drink the water...

unless it comes from a beautiful fountain in an old square like this.

& when you take the pic makes sure your bottle aligns with the water for better effect.

Lobster anyone?

I didn´t realize it took so much work and smells so bad


People watching...

Europe has to have some of the best people watching ever. In the evening, tables are set up on sidewalks and along walkways for dinner accomodations. It makes for a great ambiance as the people and nightlife goes by. At this particular little hub, we were put on the far table that was jetting out in others way. It seemed like pedestrians were having to dodge our table to continue on their leisure stroll. Europe has some interesting peeps. I´m sure they say the same about us. But wow. They just do some things different. Spanish dinners are long. Restaurants dont even open until 7:30. Be prepared to sit and wait. I recomending finding a good spot for some of the greatest people watching ever. Good company is important too of course.

Yo amo a mi mama...

My mom was here with her mom 13 years ago. It is special to be doing some of the same things they did as mother-daughter too.

I really miss my husband and somtimes feel really bad about being apart like we are. But I quickly try to replace that longing with a grateful heart to be here with my mom. She is such a great travel buddy. She has typifies best traveler in the world--go with the flow, super active, tons of fun, crazy generous, she does her research, and knows her history. My sister explained it perfectly in a text the other day... We are so undeserving of such a wonderful mother.

(This is not a posse)

(This one is)
I´m distracted sometimes as I talked to mom and see myself in the reflection. It´s as clear as a mirror. Some Roman ruins in the background of Evora.

Beautiful ceramic tiles are everywhere. These are in an old 13th century palace. I saw some in a cathedral depecting the different signs of the cross. I´ve always facinated with how Catholic churches portrays their various signs of the cross--statues, wood carvings, paintings, frescos, and in this case, ceramic tiles. Although the Mormon church doesn´t pray to the various signs of the cross during Lent, I appreciated going over those things time and time again in grade school. These are bibical accounts we are all familar with and very grateful for.

In the Mormon church, you won´t find crosses hanging up in our churches. We most positively recognize and show our sincere appreciation of Christ´s suffering on the cross for our behalf. What an uncomprehendable act we will forever be indebted too. The reason we don´t hang crosses up or wear them is because we like to focus on the Ressurection of Christ. That he lives. And that Jesus is still the Christ, or Lord, Savior, and our Redeemer. Of course we recognize the cross in our whereabouts as a sign of Christianity. I find it a comforting sight as I travel to unfamiliar places. Mom has told me a couple times so far how much she loves the cross. I had to get her pic to remember the sweet conversation.

Like a lighthouse...

Every time I see a lighthouse I think of my sister who collected them when we were younger.
We drove a little along the western coast to see a couple small towns. Each had a beautiful lighthouse.


a little blury--taken while wheels in motion

Cabo da Roca is the farthest point west of Europe. If you look at a map of Europe, Portugal is on the west coast and this is the tip that sticks out making it the farthest west--except lingering islands.

Jeronimos Monastery...

Cloisters are so beautiful. They remind me of a glorified courtyard adorned with beautiful arches.
It is neat to imagine this as a social area for the monks in times past.
I just learned the difference between a convent and a monestary. A monestary is the building or workplace for the order of the monks. A convent is the community of religious bro/sis, priests, and nuns. A convent becomes a monestary when monks then come in. Many old monasterys have been abandoned and are no longer in use. They are expensive to restore. It is sad to come up on an abandoned one and think of the history lost. Some are 13-15th century structures--older than America.


Monastary´s catherdral--view from the chior area

Lis-boo-wah, Portugal...

It seems we pronounce most European cities wrong in the states. I guess it happens to some American cities as well though.
I believe Portual´s glory days have past. There is still a lot of history to learn about. Lisbon is beautiful in it´s own way. I particually loved the view from above at the castle fortress.
(sadly missing Andrew in pic)
Alfama area is full of narrow windy little walkways that lead to squares and water fountains.

Friday, October 22, 2010

Alumni or ´Hasbeen´?

I went back to a girl´s basketball practice at BYU the other day--it´s been a few years. When I quit walked away, I really did walk away. 3 surgeries was enough and there wasn´t much looking back surprisingly so because it did consume my life (including holidays grrr!) since 5th grade.

I like to think I never had an identity crisis when I hung it up. Many teamates did. (Sorry yall!) In a matter of months, I walked away, graduated, and got married. I was extremely confidant in all 3 of these decissions. Heart felt prayer and contemplation helped me understand that was indeed the Lord´s will. Aligning mine with His isn´t always the easiest though. But oh so rewarding.

I was in denial about my knee and it´s capabilities with playing 100%. My pride made it tough to give up remaining years of elgibility. The last year is supposed to be a glory year. For all you aspiring athletes, I´m here to tell you it´s not. But that´s what makes sport´s competition so rewarding. It´s hard work. Character grows when a billigerant coach/trainor (not neccessairly at BYU) is yelling to do the impossible and somehow you just find a way to do it.

I´m going a different direction than intended. But I went to a practice the other day and so many emotions came flooding back. I heard some bball terminology I haven´t heard of or thought about in years. I had a flashback of seeing some teammate´s running some of the same formations too. I couldn´t stick around to watch the post-practicing running. That stuff makes me sick--probably because I´m so out of shape. It´s pathetic. Dare I get in the bod pod and compare my body fat?

But I´m glad things worked out the way they did. When I decided enough was enough and I went to talk academics with my advisor, she told me I could graduate. I had no idea. So when most people glory in their last final, I cried. I was expecting at least 2 more years of elgibility/school. I didn´t think I had near enough credits. Year-round bball/school will do that though.

It was good for me to get a real job. My adult trainining continued on with work. The crazy travel scheduale and customer service experience stretched me in different ways.

So here I am now, maddly in love, 2.5 years now going on eternity, with a gent not raised in the South--credits to his dear mom and dad. I´m the big 2-5 overwhelmed with how life has unfolded. I´m a positive person for the most part but don´t get me wrong, I´ve had my struggles. Bball was one big trail really--but rewarding.

So where am I now? I´m a stay at home mom wife. kidding! I´m actually a statistic, umemployed statistic. I´m going to hit the job hunt hard in a couple weeks. I´ve been holding out because me madre y yo are taking a mother-daughter bonding trip. I will most likely blog a little about it. I´m hesitant though because s.o.s (not Drewby) called my blog vain. *wink* Those aren´t my intentions.´

(I wish I had a pic of myself Freshman yr playing where I was at least 35 lbs heavier. I think it´s time to start lifting weights again.)

Monday, October 18, 2010

Printable Poster...

to replace your Keep Calm poster for the month
find it here

Just don't ask me how me how many Halloween decorations I have up.

Saturday, October 16, 2010


New favorite movie without question. It's amazing. Can't wait to read the book. I remember learning about the Secretariat when I visited the Horse Park of America with my parents in Kentucky.

-"Great colts come from great sires."
-"Talent is often uniquely packaged."
-"Let him run his race."
-"My father's legacy is not his money. My father's legacy is the will to win."


The pic below is the real life pic. Penny Tweedy is a class act. I love that the standing Triple Crown holder is a female owner. You hardly see that in the racing industry. Loved the horse trainer and loved the groomer who spent all the time with Secretariat. Excited to read more in the biography.

Skirt & boots

"I've never seen a horse pose like him before."

Love this part. She says, "I've run my race. Now you run yours."

Diane Lane's wardrobe is stunning. I might just have to wear a gold horse pin with everything too.

photos from here