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HNL > MAD 7,855 Miles

Next week marks six months of me selling everything I own and flying 7,855 miles to live in Madrid, Spain.  It’s crazy to think about, because it doesn’t feel like that long at all.  This whole experience has been great and I am really quiet happy that I decided to take that “little” step out of my comfort zone.

Selling my things, and moving somewhere without even knowing the language can only be described with one word:  Humbling.

Of course there are tough days, but that is expected.  I just know I won’t be given anything I can’t handle, and I have complete faith in that.  Plus at the end of the day I am getting to learn new things (even if at times it get frustrating) and see places I never would have otherwise.

But the best part about this whole experience is getting to live with my sister.  I don’t mean to sound cheesy, but it is so great!  I have always been a little jealous of people that could call their family and head over for dinner or grab a drink with their siblings.  I never thought I would get to have that chance.  But now I do, and I realize that my jealousy was completely valid, because it’s the best!

Also, with a lot of help and encouragement from her, I am starting on something I should have done a while ago. . . .But more on that later.  As for now, here are some pictures of Madrid.

The cherry blossoms are everywhere right now.

This was taken the first day I arrived from our street.

The days are starting to be so nice!

A church down the street from where we live.

Neighborhood carnival.

The Egyptian Temple of Debod.

Breakfast

A sweet little cafe

 Enjoy your weekend.
Happy Aloha Friday!

Friday Song.

Happy Aloha Friday!

I think this video is such a riot and it makes me smile every time.  It is called “Ways to Go” by Grouplove.  Hope you enjoy, and have a wonderful weekend!

Chocolate Avocado Mousse!

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Another goal I had for the month of July was to really try and eat healthy.  This is hard when I have such a big sweet tooth, but I am learning there are ways around it.  Today I made a wonderful chocolate mousse that uses an avocado instead of the normal sugar, butter and heavy whipping cream.  It is beyond delicious and pretty close to being guilt free.


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Recipe:
– 3 Avocados
(Though I used the single one I’m holding in the picture above, seeing as it is massive!)
– 1/4 Tsp. Salt
– 1 Tbsp. Vanilla
– 3 Tbsp. Agave
– 2/3 Cup Melted Dark Chocolate Chips**
**The original recipe called for 1/3 cup natural cocoa and 1/3 cup melted dark chocolate.
Directions:
Place all ingredients in a food processor or blender and blend until smooth. Make sure to scrape down the sides occasionally. If your avocados are a bit dry add a couple tablespoons of natural sugar-free almond milk.
Hope you enjoy!!
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::Aloha::

Holiday Cheer!

How wonderful is this video?!  Instant holiday cheer and smiles.

:: Enjoy! ::

Thrift Shop

A few weeks ago I stumbled upon this video on another website.  It is from Seattle based artist, Macklemore, who is more well known then I realized.  Macklemore, who works alongside his producer, Ryan Lewis, just released their debut album “The Heist” on October 9, 2012 which has already hit #1 on iTunes.  The following video for their song Thrift Shop, has over 8 million views on YouTube, and once you watch it you will know why.  Enjoy!

http://macklemore.com/

A Tuesday Kind of Love

This beautiful post was written by  Stephanie Georgopulos of Thought Catalog and is called “I Want A Tuesday Kind of Love”.  Re-reading it tonight is exactly what I needed.  I needed to be reassured that what I want and crave isn’t some ridiculous, outlandish dream that only happens in movies.  In fact, reading this made me realize that the Tuesday kind of love is everything they leave out of those sappy love movies, yet is what makes love in real life, well. . . .real.

 “I Want A Tuesday Kind of Love”

I want a Tuesday kind of love. The sort of thing that involves little dreaming and scheming; the sort of thing that comes paired with too-strong coffee and too-loud songbirds and the drone of the news at 6 a.m. or any time before the sky finds its identity, really. A Tuesday kind of love that isn’t indulgent, one that doesn’t stop the earth from spinning but maybe keeps us grounded in spite of all that uncontrollable movement.

I want to split the bill and pay the bills and not get lost in some unsustainable delusion where the rest of our lives become inconsequential. I want us to be human, I want to argue, I want to take too long in the shower. I want to hear about the horrific lines at the DMV, about a boss who doesn’t get it, about plans to pick up the laundry after work. I want stories of strangers on the bus, of a child who looked lost but turned out not to be, of chance encounters with high school classmates because these seemingly colorless instances are meaningful when filtered through the eyes of someone I care about. A Tuesday kind of love, breathing relevance into otherwise monotonous moments.

A Tuesday kind of love is this: commuting to work knowing that someone cares about what you’re going to have for lunch; understanding that you do not have to be your dynamic, charming, weekend self this time; this time you can butcher sentences and make bad jokes and trip over thin air and it won’t change anything. A Tuesday kind of love is when weekends and weekdays are one and the same, expanses of time where unpredictable, irreplaceable closeness exists, swells, bursts. Tuesday is directionless conversation about things that happened five hours or five years ago; it’s knowing where he keeps his receipts and when he has a doctor appointment; it’s ordering Chinese food or taking his parents out for dinner because they’re in town or forgetting to eat because you’re full of each other’s words and there’s just no room for anything else.

I don’t want to dream through our lives together, don’t want to sleep in, don’t want to put on my sunglasses and pretend that life’s a vacation. The fantasy is that I want to exist in reality; the fantasy is to be there for someone on a Sunday morning but also on a Tuesday night, when the haze and laze of the weekend has worn thin and seems far away as ever. I want a Tuesday kind of love.

Antelope Canyon

I know it has been quite a long time since the last time I posted, and honestly there really is no reason for it.  Today however I saw these breathtaking photos from a place in Arizona called Antelope Canyon and had to share.  I normally bag on Arizona, but believe you me, one day I will go here and see these first hand.

 photos :: from here