I am grateful for my sister and brother, who light my whole world up with a smile in the mornings.
I am extremely grateful for my dad and his coffee addiction. Oh, and the music he likes.
I am grateful forever for my beautiful mom, whose arms do not know about distance...
I am grateful for all my friends, who happen to be more than my fingers and toes together.
I am grateful for my uncles, aunts, and cousins, who make life a book full of interesting stories to tell and remember.
I am grateful for my grandma... Take out the bad and bring in the good!
I am grateful for the life I have lived so far; it's been a good life.
I am grateful for the places I have been to, the things I have learned, and the people I have met.
I am grateful for Jesus, and his never-ending, all-enduring, unfailing, faithful, and tender love.
sábado, 22 de noviembre de 2014
What I Miss From Home...
It has been almost two years abroad, and now I can tell exactly what I miss from Colombia, without running into long lists of candy and people. Of course I miss it all, but there are people and things I need around somehow to keep on going.
I miss the smell of the sunny mornings, and the wet ponds in the warm towns I have lived in.
I miss the cold, now appearing moderated, but still cold, Colombian 5 °C cold.
I miss the smell of hot chocolate with cheese melting inside.
I miss the music. We listen to such a huge variety of music in Colombia, going from a traditional carranga song, to a classical masterpiece composition along the day, and the night.
I miss smiling faces everywhere; and amusing, cheerful screams from the other side of the street.
I miss to wake up and go out of my house still wearing my pajamas on a holiday.
I miss the view of Bogota, Tunja, and Bucaramanga, both during the day and the night.
I miss being able to hug my loved ones.
I miss the word TINTO.
I miss the feeling of knowing that I was buying real leather.
I miss the PERROS CALIENTES, with the HUEVOS DE CODORNIZ (Quail eggs) and pink sauce.
I miss jello, badly.
I miss TAMALES.
I miss patacones, which here are called TOSTONES, and dammit! That makes me feel so angry and hopeless!
I miss the eagerness I had to go abroad. It made life happier.
I miss seeing Colombia from the inside, cuz now that I look at it from the outside, I feel wrong and permanent.
I miss my health insurance A LOT.
I have said it. this is it.
I miss the smell of the sunny mornings, and the wet ponds in the warm towns I have lived in.
I miss the cold, now appearing moderated, but still cold, Colombian 5 °C cold.
I miss the smell of hot chocolate with cheese melting inside.
I miss the music. We listen to such a huge variety of music in Colombia, going from a traditional carranga song, to a classical masterpiece composition along the day, and the night.
I miss smiling faces everywhere; and amusing, cheerful screams from the other side of the street.
I miss to wake up and go out of my house still wearing my pajamas on a holiday.
I miss the view of Bogota, Tunja, and Bucaramanga, both during the day and the night.
I miss being able to hug my loved ones.
I miss the word TINTO.
I miss the feeling of knowing that I was buying real leather.
I miss the PERROS CALIENTES, with the HUEVOS DE CODORNIZ (Quail eggs) and pink sauce.
I miss jello, badly.
I miss TAMALES.
I miss patacones, which here are called TOSTONES, and dammit! That makes me feel so angry and hopeless!
I miss the eagerness I had to go abroad. It made life happier.
I miss seeing Colombia from the inside, cuz now that I look at it from the outside, I feel wrong and permanent.
I miss my health insurance A LOT.
I have said it. this is it.
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