Hello World. It’s me. I’m BACK!
I thought I’d give an update on my status as of late. It’s been awhile and I’ve missed you, this blog, writing, sharing my recipes and most importantly cooking. Don’t get me wrong I have been throwing down, as my Mamaw would say, in the kitchen just not as much as I’d like to. This has been one of the craziest, busiest, most exciting times in my life and I still can’t believe some of the things that have happened over these past few months.
When most people see me and my older sister they think we are twins. It’s been like this forever, I remember being annoyed when people would ask, “Oh my goodness, are ya’ll twins? You look just alike.” (That really is a direct quote, I’ve heard it so many times.) Our response, “Um, no.” How could you not tell the difference? I mean she is three years older and there is an obvious height difference (at least when we were younger). Even now, people sometimes mistake us for one another.
On days like this, when it’s cloudy and cold, I wish I had a magic Genie that could grant me three wishes. I don’t even need all three, I really just want one. Take me back to Barcelona, Spain. I traveled throughout Europe last summer, and Barcelona was one of my favorite cities. For one, I speak the language, well at least Spanglish, and two it’s the perfect mixture of an urban city and seaside town. I live right outside of Washington, D.C. so that description can technically describe my area as well, but what makes Barcelona completely different is its atmosphere. The culture is so unbelievably rich, filled with music, theatre, and some of the most beautiful architecture I’ve ever seen.
In fact, I dedicated an entire day, I named it my Gaudí Day, to the work of one of, if not the most influential Architects in Barcelona, Antoni Gaudí. His work is so amazingly detailed that I could barely capture the beauty of his art in one single shot.
I started my day at la Casa Batlló, a house situated on the famous Passeig de Gràcia, constructed for the Batlló family. As I walked through the house I couldn’t help but notice all of its intricate detail, like for instance the beautiful blue walls that led up to the roof. He framed the glass barriers around the stairs, so that at any given point it would give the appearance of moving water. I still cannot believe that a family lived in this house, as it is like stepping into a fantasy world. Continue reading
Oh, Eastern Market, how I love thee. No, really I do, it’s probably one of the best outdoor (and indoor) farmer’s markets in the area. Problem is, it’s about a 30 – 45 minute drive from my house, and I won’t even begin to talk about parking. If I could I would go every day, just to pick up some fresh flowers, fruits and vegetables from local farmers. Maybe even eat a crepe, or stand in line at Market Lunch, on a Saturday morning. Well, if I could skip the line, in a VIP kind of way, I would totally do it. However, I don’t see that happening anytime soon, so I’ll just wait like everyone else.
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