tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732319235707939942024-03-05T05:08:26.225+01:00A Swede AbroadWritings at length and with many digressions on wisdom, travels, living in Spain, kettlebells, running,life and much more.Annikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12090601704553835849noreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173231923570793994.post-5959080606069975222010-05-27T17:27:00.002+02:002010-05-27T17:36:42.409+02:00Two words...Dear Blogworld,<br />I have not forgotten about you, and I do have SO much to tell you! <br />It is just that reality is kicking my ass right now...<br /><br /><div style="text-align:center;"><a href="http://view.picapp.com/default.aspx?term=stressed student&iid=5082654" target="_blank"><img src="http://cdn.picapp.com/ftp/Images/c/8/d/b/Man_sitting_next_5c20.jpg?adImageId=13007573&imageId=5082654" width="234" height="156" border="0" alt="Man sitting next to pile of folders on desk, portrait"/></a></div><script type="text/javascript" src="http://cdn.pis.picapp.com/IamProd/PicAppPIS/JavaScript/PisV4.js"></script><br /><br />FINAL EXAMS!<br /><br />See you soon and love always,<br />Annika<br /><br />P.S. For those wondering, the picture is not of me, I have not transformed into a bald black man with a yellow shirt.Annikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12090601704553835849noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173231923570793994.post-76654365857504353362010-05-13T12:56:00.005+02:002010-05-13T14:15:47.877+02:00The Summer Feria of AndaluciaEvery town and village in Andalucia has its own feria or fair and it was my town, Rotas, feria last week. Now I have to admit that the Spanish really know how to have a good time! Sherry, wine, tapas and dancing all day and night, it was marvelous! Below you can see me enjoying a gigantic cup of tinto de verano.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrOh-Z0TiiaukEXvgr2a2TQEFdUZUDnOXiMfmHkpt0WfVTavoCbptxI9f96l-Y276TuUO4izAG_46mL6IY74g067_q4ZzIrd4t9VabaJA5qtWJ6cyTC9n1S-QFUFCfDecy7nPOkyV-o80/s1600/DSC04506.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrOh-Z0TiiaukEXvgr2a2TQEFdUZUDnOXiMfmHkpt0WfVTavoCbptxI9f96l-Y276TuUO4izAG_46mL6IY74g067_q4ZzIrd4t9VabaJA5qtWJ6cyTC9n1S-QFUFCfDecy7nPOkyV-o80/s320/DSC04506.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470721149373048498" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyNKOdzYlI9GNMwoN4T5bv1auLA1J8rafVD_VsDgrOyaYd7vO2Yz3kIDhqsgWBY4p-M7Ue6rdhKA-S36C66SjEunE3ehZ8NrnyPS0i29t_cyVvUP8b2zxbY3kPlnDeC0vrm5OgaKpbyTA/s1600/DSC04533.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyNKOdzYlI9GNMwoN4T5bv1auLA1J8rafVD_VsDgrOyaYd7vO2Yz3kIDhqsgWBY4p-M7Ue6rdhKA-S36C66SjEunE3ehZ8NrnyPS0i29t_cyVvUP8b2zxbY3kPlnDeC0vrm5OgaKpbyTA/s320/DSC04533.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470724835733114018" /></a><br /><br />It is a huge event and the Spanish look forward to it all year. Women spend a lot of time getting ready in the traditional sevilliana dress, it is a sea of color! The feria concept originated in the middle ages, and was the principal means of interchange of local products within the kingdom.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8e-pTfuYDDfNyGJRfI4yxWFJ7VP97HMg49S1EZiTb0VWqi0wVX_k9V1A-euG2aR-HOjHSgbCrrQuzHm-R1P_syZIrq9xQ4gi6r_wZ-5lbY2i-ZJTAHe6EizKTMIKkMgMmCejMr4-UYu4/s1600/DSC04518.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8e-pTfuYDDfNyGJRfI4yxWFJ7VP97HMg49S1EZiTb0VWqi0wVX_k9V1A-euG2aR-HOjHSgbCrrQuzHm-R1P_syZIrq9xQ4gi6r_wZ-5lbY2i-ZJTAHe6EizKTMIKkMgMmCejMr4-UYu4/s320/DSC04518.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470721167558115602" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVTyrqCAPQvK6zOfZQjvVECNCgB8Vl83cmIiY0EBNIhqmJfEjFrIJEit9zC-883MZ6Mw7cRnrQ7G7KiFD7HudGleXGDCGb7bwgqg6zyUCvHUTFZcrZqFSACNA4UT7TtT9vYyEG1fl5b28/s1600/DSC04509.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVTyrqCAPQvK6zOfZQjvVECNCgB8Vl83cmIiY0EBNIhqmJfEjFrIJEit9zC-883MZ6Mw7cRnrQ7G7KiFD7HudGleXGDCGb7bwgqg6zyUCvHUTFZcrZqFSACNA4UT7TtT9vYyEG1fl5b28/s320/DSC04509.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470721158579097010" /></a><br /><br />The streets outside of town are closed of and during the day horses are paraded along the streets and a lot tapas are consumed. At night it turns into a huge block party and the fair shifts to become a public fairground with a traditional amusement park with lots of rides for the children. Below I show of anther gigantic cup, this time mojito, and the pirate dog Andre won me at one of the many prize winning stalls!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjISCKEtctp8MyFc7pVQPX1z0kFmsNGCWSTwChsc4w1Z6LR27QAU6Xo8qKL8yZHLo5cWW5Ks_4COueJw4Yld97fTBGTAAtUsPzTECi9fMezJMebuNws2yOXBCSnVku06id4ae74jTpy9iM/s1600/DSC04529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjISCKEtctp8MyFc7pVQPX1z0kFmsNGCWSTwChsc4w1Z6LR27QAU6Xo8qKL8yZHLo5cWW5Ks_4COueJw4Yld97fTBGTAAtUsPzTECi9fMezJMebuNws2yOXBCSnVku06id4ae74jTpy9iM/s320/DSC04529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470721179082367794" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ8bM_cNih5GZQOjLPfsvylxVcnZRv1NJ_MyvqdysZu2PMvXKZL72eF2nbx7zDBRYGuLRWzgzQ5WXra_PCHFaUF6QWOH8urmythMMLLhxX78rAE70sAzVJkoDL34UVFt5Ib5XtKueTDQE/s1600/DSC04526.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ8bM_cNih5GZQOjLPfsvylxVcnZRv1NJ_MyvqdysZu2PMvXKZL72eF2nbx7zDBRYGuLRWzgzQ5WXra_PCHFaUF6QWOH8urmythMMLLhxX78rAE70sAzVJkoDL34UVFt5Ib5XtKueTDQE/s320/DSC04526.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470721173392569442" /></a><br /><br />Also at night is when most restaurants and bars have parties in the "casetas" (tents) they set up, complete with fully stocked bars and dancing floors. Yeah, living in Spain totally rocks!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAm8kEYWcpCJVJO4MeSogy8WI-EA9ZOX1SLj2OBAsEdkr0RdRUoKXTlFClYSrg4sOOrYFC0ZCA8GJ-OWdNBkwMVm9U-Am-917GCeXmWGJ2rWdhAlJLghtMt42u2nnLbHEnIK5bz4cQPmM/s1600/DSC04540.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAm8kEYWcpCJVJO4MeSogy8WI-EA9ZOX1SLj2OBAsEdkr0RdRUoKXTlFClYSrg4sOOrYFC0ZCA8GJ-OWdNBkwMVm9U-Am-917GCeXmWGJ2rWdhAlJLghtMt42u2nnLbHEnIK5bz4cQPmM/s320/DSC04540.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470724843778094914" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2blNDcqudbHyti301Adv5K-SSfC62LigU9OKMpirtawJ6tS_tbRzNKxikwaSXHhWORijAK7XeC01H8MWqQSqoBxhRAOpSjOg0fqwXAQp3vmeaNs26La8s921K8g3AAhmWft_96yw93mc/s1600/DSC04535.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2blNDcqudbHyti301Adv5K-SSfC62LigU9OKMpirtawJ6tS_tbRzNKxikwaSXHhWORijAK7XeC01H8MWqQSqoBxhRAOpSjOg0fqwXAQp3vmeaNs26La8s921K8g3AAhmWft_96yw93mc/s320/DSC04535.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470724831246293106" /></a>Annikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12090601704553835849noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173231923570793994.post-16273977644994640762010-05-06T09:14:00.005+02:002010-05-06T09:34:54.679+02:00Le petit heavenOne day strolling around the rose city of Toulouse my husband was determined to show me this store his mother had taken him to last time he visited. <br /><br />When he finally found the place he told me to close my eyes before getting up to its window. He did the 'tadaa!' and I opened my eyes. In front of me was the fantastical world of the most amazing chocolateir I have ever been into!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVQGqIphY0ltbW3qlPHBBjEeKmLko7_nDO9pwtPPmUpwSDf2gynCI3LWWW4iDDDTnCdc9oKlFp5dHH6HFKpfln-X98L_FOgxTcOzUDQDm36oriouvi_k5JNYYi0Z_yedVJRsamtYtUO0I/s1600/DSC04232.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVQGqIphY0ltbW3qlPHBBjEeKmLko7_nDO9pwtPPmUpwSDf2gynCI3LWWW4iDDDTnCdc9oKlFp5dHH6HFKpfln-X98L_FOgxTcOzUDQDm36oriouvi_k5JNYYi0Z_yedVJRsamtYtUO0I/s320/DSC04232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468053709040011666" /></a><br /><br />I love that my husband knows me so well! Wondering around the place I felt like I was in a daze. It was impossible to take it all in. And how could I choose from this chocolate art?<br />I mean just look at these marzipan fruits and vegetables, they look so real!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwFTG-2EGQQKp1OL5GWicvnSZ_LP4bsAiGiw2oz5l0c5DqGxdLWFDA1DVkNzPBvc13XMGeMpstpIVcpleczt9UhGKGWz4SVWFzQ1zwhYUFipo2icuilqQZTpUoyEbqOpRFejjaVA_-1S8/s1600/DSC04231.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwFTG-2EGQQKp1OL5GWicvnSZ_LP4bsAiGiw2oz5l0c5DqGxdLWFDA1DVkNzPBvc13XMGeMpstpIVcpleczt9UhGKGWz4SVWFzQ1zwhYUFipo2icuilqQZTpUoyEbqOpRFejjaVA_-1S8/s320/DSC04231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468053701485501986" /></a><br /><br />We ended up buying a small bag of pralines and truffles (which we had to eat as soon as we purchased them, only to prevent the melted mess of course...!) each and a bag of chocolate covered gourmet coffee beans. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNNCjCkZZmPixnHgL4hNCvVsTqYQoxg8NmS-bZgUzf51uwPYPrqaRq5AleZv1NsZpgP5cvjLBZ4o9sVySGCvPVgeDi4Q97vPWkb6HX6mQNky4j1PEWcqrvQZneCH5rVjy_VCrkKkpDUuU/s1600/DSC04246.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNNCjCkZZmPixnHgL4hNCvVsTqYQoxg8NmS-bZgUzf51uwPYPrqaRq5AleZv1NsZpgP5cvjLBZ4o9sVySGCvPVgeDi4Q97vPWkb6HX6mQNky4j1PEWcqrvQZneCH5rVjy_VCrkKkpDUuU/s320/DSC04246.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468053710847302802" /></a><br /><br />Every bite was highly emotional! And yeah, of course we don't have any left over... Ah, until next time my sweet chocolateir!Annikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12090601704553835849noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173231923570793994.post-72728600274139954502010-05-05T09:47:00.002+02:002010-05-05T10:11:04.653+02:00Graduation crisis in the sunWhoa! I guess I have not felt like blogging in awhile huh?<br /><br />It is all good here in Spain though, last week I was busy laying on the warm sand and soaking up some rays dude!<br />Unfortunately this week I am just busy with school again... Nearly done though! May is my last month of school and then I have my Bachelors degree, whoohoo!<br /><br /><div style="text-align:center;"><a href="http://view.picapp.com/default.aspx?term=suntanning&iid=5082877" target="_blank"><img src="http://cdn.picapp.com/ftp/Images/2/1/4/5/Young_woman_sunbathing_d7cc.jpg?adImageId=12754829&imageId=5082877" width="234" height="156" border="0" alt="Young woman sunbathing on beach"/></a></div><script type="text/javascript" src="http://cdn.pis.picapp.com/IamProd/PicAppPIS/JavaScript/PisV4.js"></script><br /><br />The only problem that the end of school seems to bring is that I have fallen into some confused midlife crisis! What now? Now that I am going to be graduated, what is my next step? Do I really have to grow up now?<br /><br />The horror! I automatically in panic started to think that going for a Masters degree would be so much cooler then Bachelors... But that would be based on the fear of "the graduated from college" void...<br /><br /><div style="text-align:center;"><a href="http://view.picapp.com/default.aspx?term=graduation sad&iid=5149724" target="_blank"><img src="http://cdn.picapp.com/ftp/Images/c/f/8/f/high_angle_view_79b6.jpg?adImageId=12754854&imageId=5149724" width="234" height="319" border="0" alt="high angle view of a girl in a graduation gown sitting bored"/></a></div><script type="text/javascript" src="http://cdn.pis.picapp.com/IamProd/PicAppPIS/JavaScript/PisV4.js"></script><br /><br />I have gone from panic and to embracing the possibilities, or if you prefer, embracing the chaos! Have a lot planned for this summer including starting to work on my book, learning Greek and French and also plenty of travel. Come fall we will see how the book is going, I might be ripe for actually starting to look for a "real" job by then.<br /><br />I have so many dreams and the perfect opportunity to fulfill a lot of them, now I just have to prioritize and be creative! Hmmm... Or procrastinate! Don't you hear the beach calling my name?Annikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12090601704553835849noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173231923570793994.post-14565714755441038172010-04-28T09:01:00.005+02:002010-04-28T09:33:30.608+02:00Walking around a 'Toulousian' suburbEvery night after dinner we explored this neighborhood.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizvSupHxc63VVDMl8_zdzhYyIufLPefZ_BE72xNWF-WztRGlOiFY_21cw3w-Zdk1ZvZyaiDBF4ha-ksOlB4jbfgetEmHXaL2fUSzdm3xpSfhuSXM9QQsTDi4wlFeEMIZCmhxLTjmBpOiw/s1600/DSC04188.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizvSupHxc63VVDMl8_zdzhYyIufLPefZ_BE72xNWF-WztRGlOiFY_21cw3w-Zdk1ZvZyaiDBF4ha-ksOlB4jbfgetEmHXaL2fUSzdm3xpSfhuSXM9QQsTDi4wlFeEMIZCmhxLTjmBpOiw/s320/DSC04188.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465081637872696610" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeo9PXK1ixh5t3X43XTNde-7ZujAGmItWg1qRU9v_xUk0mKtTX1HsIsdYt_arDtmjl5q8YBmcP9apYdA-XWkiwD6sFytGjsDAQ7fZGKbxLi1_SK7rtOAmZD9CXcA4l5kwq6AwLvvLgrPI/s1600/DSC04306.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeo9PXK1ixh5t3X43XTNde-7ZujAGmItWg1qRU9v_xUk0mKtTX1HsIsdYt_arDtmjl5q8YBmcP9apYdA-XWkiwD6sFytGjsDAQ7fZGKbxLi1_SK7rtOAmZD9CXcA4l5kwq6AwLvvLgrPI/s320/DSC04306.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465086233978192418" /></a><br /><br />Just walking around the suburbs in Toulouse was sometimes a treat.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9J95TH9r0gvWheJ13zieHGYmAlfL-AGh3JA4FMJV0CkS23nXS-zu8c0OLJ7-hk1HYnVLg7CRk1g20cTZesgIoB374YxAud0wSjrHDA6BK3wX2eOulX6STJyl5MFep49w68h4XBpHZj_I/s1600/DSC04197.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9J95TH9r0gvWheJ13zieHGYmAlfL-AGh3JA4FMJV0CkS23nXS-zu8c0OLJ7-hk1HYnVLg7CRk1g20cTZesgIoB374YxAud0wSjrHDA6BK3wX2eOulX6STJyl5MFep49w68h4XBpHZj_I/s320/DSC04197.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465081656040423154" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYwLfzn8sJWZj-lCt95ZSXx8Y2ljC5VSG_X9jWzQ_RLkQppwvB5lbH5HNeAxjUpLxyyMdWHWNXDuuyLCN05MdNoSzsMryMgVgjlsOZdK_uoyO3riqJUxiqQ3yYOP0iIohMef0vUl8onj4/s1600/DSC04198.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYwLfzn8sJWZj-lCt95ZSXx8Y2ljC5VSG_X9jWzQ_RLkQppwvB5lbH5HNeAxjUpLxyyMdWHWNXDuuyLCN05MdNoSzsMryMgVgjlsOZdK_uoyO3riqJUxiqQ3yYOP0iIohMef0vUl8onj4/s320/DSC04198.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465086206840462994" /></a><br /><br />Houses were gorgeous, spring in full bloom and loads of friendly cats.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ2otqnVuv6jsxyts4pkce2V-_waZeuUCuxHngpSXtwK08KAVIlo3OWCaiYfCzqdGxnGmAzZtKI4omu1dqglY90EQEnZhAleFkANhFnLJdTSTEax6o-5dynQJI8c-AohSWWtOiKizfznI/s1600/DSC04401.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ2otqnVuv6jsxyts4pkce2V-_waZeuUCuxHngpSXtwK08KAVIlo3OWCaiYfCzqdGxnGmAzZtKI4omu1dqglY90EQEnZhAleFkANhFnLJdTSTEax6o-5dynQJI8c-AohSWWtOiKizfznI/s320/DSC04401.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465086225124580338" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho3dWQlxA3OsumzpGrp4d3Zva84XwmceOQLqS1n37vP1wEwSyUJ6ppXBhatjS84fzYdR4Sp5uTDTeeK9-Tt3hbIfo2K4FKnrEpIIx3oui-0wp9ONbpJ3PzG4lqU4COUMVN8obAUJ5ovZ0/s1600/DSC04397.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho3dWQlxA3OsumzpGrp4d3Zva84XwmceOQLqS1n37vP1wEwSyUJ6ppXBhatjS84fzYdR4Sp5uTDTeeK9-Tt3hbIfo2K4FKnrEpIIx3oui-0wp9ONbpJ3PzG4lqU4COUMVN8obAUJ5ovZ0/s320/DSC04397.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465086219779923026" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg71A-5TK0vNF7YfW5IGkxdZ_ae08iDfGxZEfvlPSsSHpP96Br2cGASMU01NEwex2fzFeZjdUqKj9tr-3Dp1t8wdJgCGMQDrq1G2uIjvfGm61lFGfaXxRPrHECHU_RWhv3keH_89Hv1lJQ/s1600/DSC04303.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg71A-5TK0vNF7YfW5IGkxdZ_ae08iDfGxZEfvlPSsSHpP96Br2cGASMU01NEwex2fzFeZjdUqKj9tr-3Dp1t8wdJgCGMQDrq1G2uIjvfGm61lFGfaXxRPrHECHU_RWhv3keH_89Hv1lJQ/s320/DSC04303.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465086213116194018" /></a><br /><br />We would hear singing and classical music streaming from the houses, smell the culinary skills of the french and say "bonsoir" to the people we would meet.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieSedd2MMGUcO2eqjKwad_fi2VjjaMTPVTaiGUdrfuPJZGxP2tGU826xfWUSwVLN3Ng7JFnMGhnJ_wZZxZ_ugGEVX0VmTTsDyzo6A_EeVutvdpfgdkubXxDA4SfXzucKsvWKMzpj0A22s/s1600/DSC04186.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieSedd2MMGUcO2eqjKwad_fi2VjjaMTPVTaiGUdrfuPJZGxP2tGU826xfWUSwVLN3Ng7JFnMGhnJ_wZZxZ_ugGEVX0VmTTsDyzo6A_EeVutvdpfgdkubXxDA4SfXzucKsvWKMzpj0A22s/s320/DSC04186.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465081628410824466" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5OrnGs7jgGgsO4J80W8Fd6t9WKrSrRDlNEg0RU5Mtwjr3fQk_zcVflyea7OUss0c7ujifpAyhQvq8SF7K_xiJjTRVolIxEd6FxS2nx78JrFGEMxUk5FOR95SeV3WU0n1y-2Q2nMqdRIk/s1600/DSC04192.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5OrnGs7jgGgsO4J80W8Fd6t9WKrSrRDlNEg0RU5Mtwjr3fQk_zcVflyea7OUss0c7ujifpAyhQvq8SF7K_xiJjTRVolIxEd6FxS2nx78JrFGEMxUk5FOR95SeV3WU0n1y-2Q2nMqdRIk/s320/DSC04192.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465081644189109026" /></a><br /><br />In this region it is rude not to be polite, it is really the little things that make the difference!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipRYClzzTXzZqclZLKmRvofyboSoGZK9tPhcP-LP-aUASVQPMro6u6X5wba76DNTfet6ZOWPNzhaL-7V1IJVgg6_u7kRPCb9AQu2YnoTHi9F8kdMsk926hpl_8iRVelnYF_v8N_qds1G4/s1600/DSC04194.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipRYClzzTXzZqclZLKmRvofyboSoGZK9tPhcP-LP-aUASVQPMro6u6X5wba76DNTfet6ZOWPNzhaL-7V1IJVgg6_u7kRPCb9AQu2YnoTHi9F8kdMsk926hpl_8iRVelnYF_v8N_qds1G4/s320/DSC04194.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465081651081608834" /></a>Annikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12090601704553835849noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173231923570793994.post-20961139731172576592010-04-26T09:05:00.004+02:002010-04-26T09:33:11.197+02:00French connectionsWhile in France and then on returning I have realized many things. Here are five examples;<br /><br />1.That the Captain did not cure me...<br />The flights to France were fine, but going back to Spain I was scared poopless! I guess the Captains cure only works if you spend the whole day prior to your flight preparing. Now I need suggestions on what to try next... Valium?<br /><br />2.That sometimes I blogging felt like something I had to do and took up way to much time...<br />So now I am going to read a book, watch a movie or spend all night walking around town, and if I do not feel like blogging I wont blog that day, or week or whatever! Or if I feel like it I might blog 3 times a day!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge7ojyKj1zEfXOETXgAqPtskT-CMkNpUYGJ8R453SPJkmCGExR3NSq2QaRjNRHdDi5XuwvX_nS9kMz3oetD48ARbUFC-WoA_EmU98lFr9DXSTqsyg8_DUCCgSC9k0cetNC3T2qU-z4oMQ/s1600/DSC04271.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge7ojyKj1zEfXOETXgAqPtskT-CMkNpUYGJ8R453SPJkmCGExR3NSq2QaRjNRHdDi5XuwvX_nS9kMz3oetD48ARbUFC-WoA_EmU98lFr9DXSTqsyg8_DUCCgSC9k0cetNC3T2qU-z4oMQ/s320/DSC04271.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464344188926607394" /></a><br /><br />3.That sometimes all you have to do is ask...<br />The weekend the husband and I went to France we were supposed to go to Portugal for a long weekend. Due to this last minute change of plans we lost our hotel booking and it was non refundable. My mother told me to email the hotel and just ask if it was possible to use the room another time instead of getting money back. I did and they actually said yes!<br /><br />4.That my husband has some amazing strength...<br />And an unique way to look at life and living. To celebrate his mothers life instead of morning the loss. I admire his faith and feel like the luckiest woman alive! Everyday we choose to do something his mother loved and ended up having a lot of smiles among the sadness of the situation.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUCxc2KJvUn_ETu1YqO-PbaSMZf6HGGbdlb0PzMx7O34UUKtjKIWbiTTpBHbeJqRz-651ErCSv79iX18kIlpqADjkq588PLpSAdtPH_BvPUdJR062dVmja6PO1O6Yqlr8L-IxH5Qy42VE/s1600/DSC04210.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUCxc2KJvUn_ETu1YqO-PbaSMZf6HGGbdlb0PzMx7O34UUKtjKIWbiTTpBHbeJqRz-651ErCSv79iX18kIlpqADjkq588PLpSAdtPH_BvPUdJR062dVmja6PO1O6Yqlr8L-IxH5Qy42VE/s320/DSC04210.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464344174822083010" /></a><br /><br />5.That I adore France...<br />And especially how everything illuminates through the little details they spend their time on. Everything was in the details, the buildings, the food, the gardens, the fashion, the people. Just the tiniest thing could make the difference between OK and WOW!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_1dvLk-BOLdONHZIfuirmpKsebnfjGs12TYC5XsUig4oDYd9b1tWlIvOjDry3oEM1yAkMYe1XndEZFPcxoMaC7tRg00HZdu0xb5cpK_Qhd4OGUeVTZW4fXpBPWPaKCW7miS9hzfMGqPY/s1600/DSC04218.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_1dvLk-BOLdONHZIfuirmpKsebnfjGs12TYC5XsUig4oDYd9b1tWlIvOjDry3oEM1yAkMYe1XndEZFPcxoMaC7tRg00HZdu0xb5cpK_Qhd4OGUeVTZW4fXpBPWPaKCW7miS9hzfMGqPY/s320/DSC04218.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464344184995779234" /></a>Annikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12090601704553835849noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173231923570793994.post-4674247334768577372010-04-24T10:33:00.002+02:002010-04-24T10:37:18.720+02:00Hola back!I am back in Spain and back in the blog world!<br />And ooooh me' goodness, do I have a lot to tell you?!!<br />Don't touch that dial!Annikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12090601704553835849noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173231923570793994.post-18976974455328079592010-04-11T22:04:00.004+02:002010-04-11T22:27:11.212+02:00Has the Captain cured me?Tomorrow I will be flying to Toulouse, France.<br /><br />The past couple of years I have had a hard time with flying... So today I spent a couple hours (or more) taking a free online fear of flying class! It is called <a href="http://www.fearofflyinghelp.com"><b>Fear of Flying Help Course</b></a> by the cool Captain Stacey Chance. <br />You know what? I actually think that it helped! The real proof will be tomorrow of course, but after all that information I received there is not much to worry about and no reason to be scared! I really recommend it to anyone who has a hard time like me. And I will let you all know the results!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fearofflyinghelp.com/photos/MeCabinSmall.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 140px;" src="http://www.fearofflyinghelp.com/photos/MeCabinSmall.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />I will be gone for awhile, will try to fit some blog time in here and there but my first priorities are taking care of my husband and his family.<br />It is a shame that the trip isn't under more fun circumstances, but I am going to try and make the most of it, I know that is what the fun spirited Vera would have done too!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://webh01.ua.ac.be/pubsector/_img/toulouse6lo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 454px; height: 303px;" src="http://webh01.ua.ac.be/pubsector/_img/toulouse6lo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Wish me luck tomorrow and if you believe in praying, please pray for the family!Annikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12090601704553835849noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173231923570793994.post-81658349846457318162010-04-10T23:58:00.003+02:002010-04-11T00:17:46.278+02:00Δεν ελπίζω τίποτα. Δε φοβάμαι τίποτα. Είμαι λέφτερος.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lagreekfilmfestival.org/images/picture/zorba_220X235.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 220px;" src="http://www.lagreekfilmfestival.org/images/picture/zorba_220X235.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />This post was inspired from a friend on facebook posting a Nikos quote, so I had to search for more!<br />My dear lovely readers I grant ye the Greek wisdom of Nikos Kazantzakis (1883 - 1957), author of the fabulous Zorba the Greek and mighty philosopher;<br /><br /><blockquote>"In order to succeed, we must first believe that we can." <br /><br />"A person needs a little madness, or else they never dare cut the rope and be free."<br /><br />"I expect nothing. I fear no one. I am free." <br /><br />"Since we cannot change reality, let us change the eyes which see reality."</blockquote><br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.worldandi.com/newhome/public/2004/March/graphics/Bk2pub1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 287px;" src="http://www.worldandi.com/newhome/public/2004/March/graphics/Bk2pub1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Annikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12090601704553835849noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173231923570793994.post-39281376255128442412010-04-08T23:20:00.003+02:002010-04-08T23:52:51.445+02:00VeraMy beautiful mother in-law is dying.<br />The doctors say she only has about a day left to live.<br />I wish the world had more people like her. <br /><br />She sees beauty in everything, wakes up every morning looking at the world through untarnished eyes. Never taking anything for granted, always smiling and dreaming, it was contagious. Seeing the world and its beauty everyday as if it was the first time she had ever seen it.<br />I wish you all could have met her, I am so blessed that I did.<br /><br />I am so thankful that she taught her son about the beauty in life, to love in the unique way that he does. And how, thanks to her, he never wastes a single precious moment of enjoying and truly living life.<br /><br />Thank you Vera, there are so many ways to describe who you are; your passion and curiosity for life and ability to create laughter will always be here, your soul never tainted or spoiled! <br />I will miss you so much. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs162.snc1/6060_1199229262333_1276561921_30573099_7697405_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs162.snc1/6060_1199229262333_1276561921_30573099_7697405_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Annikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12090601704553835849noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173231923570793994.post-25619701633071079972010-04-07T13:52:00.005+02:002010-04-07T23:07:03.101+02:00Insane endorphin photographyLast night a friend and her husband and my husband and I were having a conversation about kettlebells:<br />"Oh yeah we have some kettleebells over at our work..." My friends husband said when we got to talking about our training.<br />"Oh no, you do not understand honey!" My friend said to her husband, "These guys are in a whole separate group, its not just weight lifting, its like they are part of a tribe!"<br />"yeah, you have the ones who do kettlebells on one side and on the other side, the ones who don't" I added jokingly.<br />"Indeed," My husband said "we belong to the kettlebell tribe". And we high-fived each other like the dorks that we are.<br /><br />I just loved how my friend looked at "kettlebellers" as a tribe, I have never really thought about it before in that way. We all have something that instantly bonds us, we all understand the crazy addiction to the cannonballs with handles. I wonder, is it the same for other activities? Like marathoners and such? Probably, and I guess the kettlebell folk just have a reputation for being intensely addicted...<br /><br />Talking about kettlebells, I had the worlds best workout today! I started with a 3 mile run feeling light as a feather and practically smiling during it all. Came home and started with my 16 kg kettlebell, I was feeling so strong and powerful! Am I the only one who takes a photo after a wicked workout? <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh55Wkr44dD1Q3f84PUpN6b1WlRekz34j2jSJCsi-RepxY0ZVSIjv6Pq35INiqZomhnX_ybwGdHEw6-2TTIlcGhoIu6znJp59L1wokbumxXs0fJEkH5pnDjEJPpFJsx0iHbSKxjUBGYQKQ/s1600/DSC04179.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh55Wkr44dD1Q3f84PUpN6b1WlRekz34j2jSJCsi-RepxY0ZVSIjv6Pq35INiqZomhnX_ybwGdHEw6-2TTIlcGhoIu6znJp59L1wokbumxXs0fJEkH5pnDjEJPpFJsx0iHbSKxjUBGYQKQ/s320/DSC04179.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457501247131859714" /></a><br /><br />It is like I try to capture the endorphins on film or something, like it should transcend and shine through the photo and every time I look at it its purpose will be fulfilled by remembering how awesome I felt at that exact moment! Yeah, I am probably not alone. There must be more "insane endorphin photography people" out there... right..?Annikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12090601704553835849noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173231923570793994.post-35880183577894734802010-04-07T10:19:00.006+02:002010-04-07T11:23:25.723+02:00Red wine, paella and Birthday cakeLast night the husband and I celebrate the United States Navy Chief Petty Officers 117th Anniversary. I have to say that I am not one for dressy formal things, I prefer jeans and relaxation. Below are some pics of us all dressed up (believe me, it is worth documenting!);<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO40asJSD1XylhLnAMgZohbUcz_Tw4mNSwhuuJM7_Z3D3ORJzRJBjgRcKqK849OOXyzYVPJVLtLfHj7sC1LkUucv6lFPW9MC1m_zNEyGGdQ3wXzRXEsZpQ-zFunczCKdOMgoEhDoVIqX8/s1600/DSC04149.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO40asJSD1XylhLnAMgZohbUcz_Tw4mNSwhuuJM7_Z3D3ORJzRJBjgRcKqK849OOXyzYVPJVLtLfHj7sC1LkUucv6lFPW9MC1m_zNEyGGdQ3wXzRXEsZpQ-zFunczCKdOMgoEhDoVIqX8/s320/DSC04149.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457322387883713890" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG_pWNXveBbX2sGSvymmCPbguMvC9NvBe6dUTjCzMCjjaxSOsjrkcOYCGz0tKxhxse9XGQ7svdxseU6X-1Y3f8lp7mMy1HcnIi48W7f9IUMiyGdRPYZEaMZcOaLgvtPvz2kdPtfQwlx3c/s1600/DSC04153.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG_pWNXveBbX2sGSvymmCPbguMvC9NvBe6dUTjCzMCjjaxSOsjrkcOYCGz0tKxhxse9XGQ7svdxseU6X-1Y3f8lp7mMy1HcnIi48W7f9IUMiyGdRPYZEaMZcOaLgvtPvz2kdPtfQwlx3c/s320/DSC04153.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457320859959790306" /></a><br /><br />But last night turned out to be unexpectedly fun! The celebration was held at the gorgeous quarters of the Command Master Chief and his Mrs. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnsgvibB-9ppJtY-gxA85aX32Coxvu4wI8hbrwF5VWjAnyAnFhL-20uL9iqvc6xYArpmbwYAVl6vlQu20Cp8DPunHAqhxw2i81zZNa6aqTDKAxH9mQL_QprSLKQS287QqfgUhm_lL1c-c/s1600/DSC04160.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnsgvibB-9ppJtY-gxA85aX32Coxvu4wI8hbrwF5VWjAnyAnFhL-20uL9iqvc6xYArpmbwYAVl6vlQu20Cp8DPunHAqhxw2i81zZNa6aqTDKAxH9mQL_QprSLKQS287QqfgUhm_lL1c-c/s320/DSC04160.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457320329031414338" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ2RcRoI33H46e4B_4QcmOpSZ1quRQBc1rB9fmNFxhTZ9ffAdgcs1N4XWJrtE7_w0DUveoqsS0CmhiZNipg15I1rKANHVopqomWHEroBc7ZDLX0IwGn7JjC9p5MXbvjvAGWT0krjr6Vl8/s1600/DSC04154.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ2RcRoI33H46e4B_4QcmOpSZ1quRQBc1rB9fmNFxhTZ9ffAdgcs1N4XWJrtE7_w0DUveoqsS0CmhiZNipg15I1rKANHVopqomWHEroBc7ZDLX0IwGn7JjC9p5MXbvjvAGWT0krjr6Vl8/s320/DSC04154.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457320317337559474" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdwJeWVD4epuL3suXvuySWwPEV7nmUWG-m2BecIrmeMyHHN8fdi2OhF0c8zu2NxMFM3bMCWl-DWED2AW-fJsy-HvHZqDEoU8oJ09-Mzrdo-SCD4CPcgYqE4QEfIPqpYMbfIQzxPnCH-c4/s1600/DSC04163.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdwJeWVD4epuL3suXvuySWwPEV7nmUWG-m2BecIrmeMyHHN8fdi2OhF0c8zu2NxMFM3bMCWl-DWED2AW-fJsy-HvHZqDEoU8oJ09-Mzrdo-SCD4CPcgYqE4QEfIPqpYMbfIQzxPnCH-c4/s320/DSC04163.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457320315673541090" /></a><br /><br />It was just e really relaxed feel to a usually stuffy event. It was a great bunch of people gathered (already knew many of them so no polite chitchat necessary!), short speeches, gorgeous red wine and deliciously scrumptious paella and Birthday cake!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-4iPvdRIGF9pdImZgMWWAgLQI2wMEkGzI9yooyyyOvMc1683-9Tw2R1s39Yc2PR33YdiPaCiUhbOFWC6_Yaap1rLOC83tZ1yxUjOJGSV41ZLH3cz0xOX3S3J_x4qWc64S8lxtm80g6FE/s1600/DSC04157.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-4iPvdRIGF9pdImZgMWWAgLQI2wMEkGzI9yooyyyOvMc1683-9Tw2R1s39Yc2PR33YdiPaCiUhbOFWC6_Yaap1rLOC83tZ1yxUjOJGSV41ZLH3cz0xOX3S3J_x4qWc64S8lxtm80g6FE/s320/DSC04157.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457320344001176082" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf15Z-wINXAqiyXN7d0_nPMzlR-EIwvX3Bip15spJPtcMtpf7bLaRQaMwCfNb17xARkepBPoAv1MUBNU583culYp8vIJ8SbHKYryDAoazoieWvSXWSo9H8fSI_pCWlG42h4cgUWhF231k/s1600/DSC04158+(2).JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf15Z-wINXAqiyXN7d0_nPMzlR-EIwvX3Bip15spJPtcMtpf7bLaRQaMwCfNb17xARkepBPoAv1MUBNU583culYp8vIJ8SbHKYryDAoazoieWvSXWSo9H8fSI_pCWlG42h4cgUWhF231k/s320/DSC04158+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457320337476003314" /></a><br /><br />Also as you can see above, a lot of smiles and love!Annikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12090601704553835849noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173231923570793994.post-73163948568096323472010-04-05T22:33:00.004+02:002010-04-05T23:09:29.753+02:00The ethically challenged me<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZePahYiyITD2XuhlMihEogPwtOssvnnz6xMbIeSREoXwl1gyElMyY460-aPIj9f6VlQDwHIaB8Xau73ksScJU7l7kt5uqay7QHgx_HDXWbGg98OoiusJg2XS33dm3TjJE8rCn9r9-a_Y/s1600/award-sweet.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZePahYiyITD2XuhlMihEogPwtOssvnnz6xMbIeSREoXwl1gyElMyY460-aPIj9f6VlQDwHIaB8Xau73ksScJU7l7kt5uqay7QHgx_HDXWbGg98OoiusJg2XS33dm3TjJE8rCn9r9-a_Y/s320/award-sweet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456754440069247154" /></a><br /><br />Yup, that is my award! <br />Beautiful and talented Ashley over at <a href="http://awfulbeautifuldisarray.blogspot.com/">Awful Beautiful Disarray</a> handed it to me awhile back, make sure to check out her blog, its full of delight!<br /><br />The Meaning :<br />Sweet Blog Award is an award for blog which you think is so friendly and make you enjoy to visit it often.<br /> <br />So now there's two things:<br />1. I give this award to ten people<br />2. The people I give this award to need to make a post about the award(include the picture & the person that gave it to you!)<br /><br />I deleted the other rules, yes, I am morally corrupt.<br /><br />I would love to hand this award over to five blogs. (I know... the morally challenged me is taking over!) I make sure not to miss a single post from these ladies:<br />Johana at <a href="http://the-mercurial-wife.blogspot.com/">The Mercurial Wife</a><br />Office Girl at <a href="http://tiredbutwriting.blogspot.com/">Tired but writing</a><br />Nicole at <a href="http://nicoleducleroir.blogspot.com/">One Significant Moment at a Time</a><br />The Fabulous <a href="http://fabulouspastanotincluded.blogspot.com/">Mama at Fabulous! (pasta not included)</a><br />Michelle at her blog <a href="http://michelledevans.blogspot.com/">Michelle Dennis Evans</a><br /><br />Who guessed that I am studying theological and philosophical ethics and morals right now?!Annikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12090601704553835849noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173231923570793994.post-647350743350097772010-04-04T22:08:00.009+02:002010-04-04T22:53:04.079+02:00Photographing Easter; Religion, Romance and ChocolateMy Easter Was:<br /><br />Beach...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhECsHsp-G_PkuDIxHnCmmvRyI3-lVq4RX9VhFepst62orI-8LYihAzP2Bc4CnKgUYxexPV_6BVsJRpXv_IS2pwiMiRLLpplqI6F7igH-0LzmwjmcxrxHNpS-6pm2f1mOOmtEd7nJLtAA/s1600/DSC04141.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhECsHsp-G_PkuDIxHnCmmvRyI3-lVq4RX9VhFepst62orI-8LYihAzP2Bc4CnKgUYxexPV_6BVsJRpXv_IS2pwiMiRLLpplqI6F7igH-0LzmwjmcxrxHNpS-6pm2f1mOOmtEd7nJLtAA/s320/DSC04141.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456378699927246434" /></a><br />Romance...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXHJV0Vo_lg0zTsOX5Raylm7eT4ftOjT8YTLkDZJddjtQ56dt7j_eNA1zJgT7yBO7ERZjC_lkEnChN9bnyQ64qwWsMSnH5GFxQKrXzAkIEKvc4QsX1qR6BxzIiM4dIhwLPxzg7jEpQk3s/s1600/DSC04146.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXHJV0Vo_lg0zTsOX5Raylm7eT4ftOjT8YTLkDZJddjtQ56dt7j_eNA1zJgT7yBO7ERZjC_lkEnChN9bnyQ64qwWsMSnH5GFxQKrXzAkIEKvc4QsX1qR6BxzIiM4dIhwLPxzg7jEpQk3s/s320/DSC04146.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456378678373428402" /></a><br />Friends...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTRD0BTpYpL-DRYzEywCwH2Xy51JXa0JZEk-OQtRa8h1FRGatQ2KUxp9CG1oz2jYVGcpgi7bESA5e7kr8YI-rv48ZviKZ-8lUvCoeC09_JgPI2LFgN9ryMcf8aEdck0ASd1vqwYfTI06Y/s1600/DSC04137.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTRD0BTpYpL-DRYzEywCwH2Xy51JXa0JZEk-OQtRa8h1FRGatQ2KUxp9CG1oz2jYVGcpgi7bESA5e7kr8YI-rv48ZviKZ-8lUvCoeC09_JgPI2LFgN9ryMcf8aEdck0ASd1vqwYfTI06Y/s320/DSC04137.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456378717716036450" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5oapRYmCSk9IjnbKkSQByg2TaSP_UeqONezDWS-fo0h3_hfrpGk2r3yhToz5xqffUvGRl6Wa3-Vi7k6TDtFB8mqDU4KYtcMo2oidm5sJrcxSctp29cegaVL7pzjOtnJinNmZC-kSv5Ng/s1600/DSC04128.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5oapRYmCSk9IjnbKkSQByg2TaSP_UeqONezDWS-fo0h3_hfrpGk2r3yhToz5xqffUvGRl6Wa3-Vi7k6TDtFB8mqDU4KYtcMo2oidm5sJrcxSctp29cegaVL7pzjOtnJinNmZC-kSv5Ng/s320/DSC04128.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456379641841524722" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYnbTkx3oWjpYSjMeMKaRZEdHxKX3SXNURNiTDu7-44zXnXBB7L5X12NBMESZe4Rp8dhgFipFd4eFjELW_m9URD-G8zB6wNcPo_rm9cxLVaqJ7eQ6QU04Yb0HYcE97xoEActCG0VTs1LU/s1600/DSC04134.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYnbTkx3oWjpYSjMeMKaRZEdHxKX3SXNURNiTDu7-44zXnXBB7L5X12NBMESZe4Rp8dhgFipFd4eFjELW_m9URD-G8zB6wNcPo_rm9cxLVaqJ7eQ6QU04Yb0HYcE97xoEActCG0VTs1LU/s320/DSC04134.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456379630463212018" /></a><br />Chocolate...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_wXRQBzqpZ1aFG5vBGK0w6iHyFDQuAsLIBQ0FSiJLJvu1Ze7CyvZCZfpqdGd_XiGOLFNDnB2-6sRuQVN8keTxbi0E8z0YZ1mFeT8IWjTwvnPK3-1u5Oc1kep4ZaW943CN0tCOuuJ7SqY/s1600/DSC04049.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_wXRQBzqpZ1aFG5vBGK0w6iHyFDQuAsLIBQ0FSiJLJvu1Ze7CyvZCZfpqdGd_XiGOLFNDnB2-6sRuQVN8keTxbi0E8z0YZ1mFeT8IWjTwvnPK3-1u5Oc1kep4ZaW943CN0tCOuuJ7SqY/s320/DSC04049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456387385267863746" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHnw71xbKVAGZVL9VW9joAoS25VvtqCOKXHwKTr9vmlIOCyaI9n5Fy2iChytl5T4OcgPmXZzNMvbLmuHWS20WPJXeN6DSWrqypkAZd7UKHPX3cLqEHlg-gyty0b2OAsrnaOtHRy8T7cPs/s1600/DSC04051.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHnw71xbKVAGZVL9VW9joAoS25VvtqCOKXHwKTr9vmlIOCyaI9n5Fy2iChytl5T4OcgPmXZzNMvbLmuHWS20WPJXeN6DSWrqypkAZd7UKHPX3cLqEHlg-gyty0b2OAsrnaOtHRy8T7cPs/s320/DSC04051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456386613904906386" /></a><br />Bbq... <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8-HPwC1Ry6TOxLNaq462u0WyRegqcurfQo6Vb32j8RILoA2M3Ukjy5JNJ5DYP7vkPFKFOo_Vb3gClQBQmYLd9H4c0_ZLlmWd-Lj66owUCknBvepdnwvtm4V_cqqJSjKIpnxJgxZVAuAM/s1600/DSC04147.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8-HPwC1Ry6TOxLNaq462u0WyRegqcurfQo6Vb32j8RILoA2M3Ukjy5JNJ5DYP7vkPFKFOo_Vb3gClQBQmYLd9H4c0_ZLlmWd-Lj66owUCknBvepdnwvtm4V_cqqJSjKIpnxJgxZVAuAM/s320/DSC04147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456378659066877698" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDmoyUWT2polbc0OEHiE1Vd3oYKhm8XGy00ECjX2u01rJYxbVH0PzCM7_DKahieYKOFW_voAoG_a3YOMlxojg9XGZFia8TctTRvZgvwvJvxT7mzYablibOIR646JXUrsRJLyBYgv5MCDw/s1600/DSC04130.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDmoyUWT2polbc0OEHiE1Vd3oYKhm8XGy00ECjX2u01rJYxbVH0PzCM7_DKahieYKOFW_voAoG_a3YOMlxojg9XGZFia8TctTRvZgvwvJvxT7mzYablibOIR646JXUrsRJLyBYgv5MCDw/s320/DSC04130.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456382360495271346" /></a><br />Painting eggs...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijj4oN5hknl2_TozcNf-xw9PPwGjUeLYetkWiBDBJJJIzyQis0Ni5xWcn_plyiSEqcFj-rcLqU-CJrgeL6S_zbjQ0W3EPDgkBcm1Ngs8p3ucdycHwASL_Q6LuwyQBb-wfXbuyreFqoddg/s1600/DSC04057.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijj4oN5hknl2_TozcNf-xw9PPwGjUeLYetkWiBDBJJJIzyQis0Ni5xWcn_plyiSEqcFj-rcLqU-CJrgeL6S_zbjQ0W3EPDgkBcm1Ngs8p3ucdycHwASL_Q6LuwyQBb-wfXbuyreFqoddg/s320/DSC04057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456384807239627170" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoiaLyYtJsvRToGe1ekautDmc4XhzfyTWrr_GfGg1pa6oFQfb2NalC04xDZo4enxNbEhg8vRx7yHm3Ea5a1sgcwM6K0Jwnx3oVhNDDeCb-8sF2izhyS1oB39RUtLt_guDWQGUE3wWVopE/s1600/DSC04052.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoiaLyYtJsvRToGe1ekautDmc4XhzfyTWrr_GfGg1pa6oFQfb2NalC04xDZo4enxNbEhg8vRx7yHm3Ea5a1sgcwM6K0Jwnx3oVhNDDeCb-8sF2izhyS1oB39RUtLt_guDWQGUE3wWVopE/s320/DSC04052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456386603283591250" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnVXs88WA15qW5C_YqLOOHrTv3fN69ccNwOEJkt42SZPo_U4hpFJZDHI50aj8F9K8IKdX0SzMSsAWEIMkqX1EoPd4EwYq1nyoJlZWQqjeWMvAeXw2IV_9FsUvofNBIY1bsX6O7eNNtKgY/s1600/DSC04062.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnVXs88WA15qW5C_YqLOOHrTv3fN69ccNwOEJkt42SZPo_U4hpFJZDHI50aj8F9K8IKdX0SzMSsAWEIMkqX1EoPd4EwYq1nyoJlZWQqjeWMvAeXw2IV_9FsUvofNBIY1bsX6O7eNNtKgY/s320/DSC04062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456384765003088130" /></a><br />Picnic...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHJAK-2pHxBuWCbJGAhEQFZV6-GNlVzEdBNIi-QuByCkmRsHokzdgEiA7SkLYwvNRgT52uS9dXBRFM9l___hUnmhw7yK9QwI5Bmaj2eU-sFByDTH7aAXFSPgWhDxslte1r6BA2PhCt_l4/s1600/DSC04138.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHJAK-2pHxBuWCbJGAhEQFZV6-GNlVzEdBNIi-QuByCkmRsHokzdgEiA7SkLYwvNRgT52uS9dXBRFM9l___hUnmhw7yK9QwI5Bmaj2eU-sFByDTH7aAXFSPgWhDxslte1r6BA2PhCt_l4/s320/DSC04138.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456378712813461154" /></a><br />Religion...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxRPG92W3rcpcObcICrzWJ5vCiE7cIla441I6ZZvYW0eUoXDcMZ_z1BMYlIgjinaqQ0miP49ZeEqYB9533pf_C-KykhiVFi5XrOYm_5SEJDZyMtjdpDH1TsscnUiF113_TcU_cwrQEkD0/s1600/DSC04067.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiJI_v7y781u55jb_cVuqGVAK_em68s6YC_dM8mBGriJnJMtMKJ6ZylUXCze_TAQJNBicNslDQ2pmEwTineq0IH96DCcEZVtTqmE2AR8B4ENhyzYjkpCL8zOrEzJL06mRKdgCXifkNunc/s320/DSC04113.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456382403769957042" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLjDqdrh-ncFjF0CyxXnMibZv3yAiHbZALLrHWlyWtvW985G_vBHcVk0DmoSCe92z-LBRan4gpTM7Xod7JnDxEphkGejfih91bvYqHHYVB5f83Oz8OYgniErEt8LuIhPyBC13haREEByY/s1600/DSC04120.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLjDqdrh-ncFjF0CyxXnMibZv3yAiHbZALLrHWlyWtvW985G_vBHcVk0DmoSCe92z-LBRan4gpTM7Xod7JnDxEphkGejfih91bvYqHHYVB5f83Oz8OYgniErEt8LuIhPyBC13haREEByY/s320/DSC04120.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456382379587683250" /></a><br />Easter Aloe... <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhuylRXHGIIwFag4pV1FK4SyNksyHNJ-4fRmtBNa9gtpGegXMs2MHM5K4Pt7GgHwgKWEDTyXb4pNHWqD1pPCvRIDJ1Cca9GFLqfbSAG_9kSxd5XVEyqEUyd0ZQpqfuj5g7dLPh_MnU_oI/s1600/DSC04060.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhuylRXHGIIwFag4pV1FK4SyNksyHNJ-4fRmtBNa9gtpGegXMs2MHM5K4Pt7GgHwgKWEDTyXb4pNHWqD1pPCvRIDJ1Cca9GFLqfbSAG_9kSxd5XVEyqEUyd0ZQpqfuj5g7dLPh_MnU_oI/s320/DSC04060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456384781139435058" /></a><br />...and so much more!Annikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12090601704553835849noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173231923570793994.post-90226845942856722212010-04-01T22:43:00.004+02:002010-04-01T23:19:21.706+02:00Now why is she posting a photo of the KKK?So I didn't dress up as an Easter witch today, I know, I am sooo lame! But I still do have the chance to follow a Spanish Easter tradition and dress up like a member of the Ku Klux Klan! Oh yay!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pixelicia.com/files/2009/04/nazarenos.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 422px;" src="http://pixelicia.com/files/2009/04/nazarenos.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />OK, not really. It is Semana Santa here in Spain this week, Holy week. From Palm Sunday to Resurrection Sunday, everyday is a spectacular pageant of devotion and also mourning to the final week of Jesus’ life. So you may encounter lifelike wood or plaster sculptures of individual scenes of the events that happened between Jesus' arrest and his burial, or images of the Virgin Mary showing grief for the torture and killing of her son.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://caricias.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/cristo_semana_santa4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 458px; height: 480px;" src="http://caricias.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/cristo_semana_santa4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />The processions began in 15Th century Andalusia and became very fancy for the purpose of showing off Catholicism and bringing the religion out to the people and paraded through the streets for all to see. <br />The floats are carried on the shoulders of men called costaleros (sack men), under the burden of the float which weigh between 1,500 and 2,000 pounds, only their feet and calves are visible to the public (sometimes chained). Accompanying them are penitentes (penitents), members of the procession who repent their sins carrying crosses or holding burning candles. They wear distinctive robes and cone-shaped hoods to symbolize repentance and grief. (Info gathered from Naval Station Rota's Facebook page.)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.destinoespana.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/semanasanta.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 437px; height: 333px;" src="http://www.destinoespana.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/semanasanta.gif" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />I have still not yet been to see one of these parades... But will go tomorrow for the big one! It is supposed to be a very stunning experience with brass bands playing religious hymns or flamenco singing written for the occasion and also colors galore. Religious or not, it should not be missed!Annikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12090601704553835849noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173231923570793994.post-71830527945896774342010-03-31T22:16:00.003+02:002010-03-31T23:16:00.505+02:00Let us go dancing with the devilHave you guys packed yet? <br />Don't forget the broom, black cat and kettle. <br />Should we all meet at sundown and fly together? The devil will be waiting at Blue Hill! You can ride on my broom, I am sure that is better for the environment...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://7deadlysinners.typepad.com/photos/creepy_easter/easterwitch_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 374px; height: 585px;" src="http://7deadlysinners.typepad.com/photos/creepy_easter/easterwitch_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />OK, no I have not gone insane (not more then usual). We have another unique tradition in Sweden that I want to tell you about. Tomorrow it is Skartorsdag in Sweden. All the little girls dress up as Easter witches and boys as, well, boy witches (or my brother used to dress up as an Easter bunny, because that is how wicked cool he is!). <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX-T2iSqDRDacU47E2B4P_znoXxDAaHXRVwe99ojSXNW08ykHCKE_edqBt-yf0V6lgVB081hXHoGpWKAPGoNwpBGuhstbGP-kSCNzpjWZmauGg1HgUG_sxU8V1XQxiIL2hQGC1aIsZIso/s320/easterwitch2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX-T2iSqDRDacU47E2B4P_znoXxDAaHXRVwe99ojSXNW08ykHCKE_edqBt-yf0V6lgVB081hXHoGpWKAPGoNwpBGuhstbGP-kSCNzpjWZmauGg1HgUG_sxU8V1XQxiIL2hQGC1aIsZIso/s320/easterwitch2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />It is like Sweden's Halloween but everyone has the same costume! And not the pointy hat scary witch but the cute, old lady kinda witch. The mini witches go door to door for treats or a coin, but unlike trick-or-treating they always leave a little handmade Easter card, letter or craft. I used to love it!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.skansen.se/images/images/paskkarringar_385_MA.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 385px; height: 292px;" src="http://www.skansen.se/images/images/paskkarringar_385_MA.gif" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />A long long time ago people believed that witches were especially active and their black magic especially powerful during this Easter week. And on the Thursday they were thought to fly off on brooms, or stolen cattle, to dance with the devil at a place called blåkulla (Blue Hill) until Saturday. I love that this tradition actually still exists in Sweden! <br />Hmmm... I wonder what the Spanish folk would think if I dressed up as a Easter witch tomorrow...?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMqP6MjlfONlDLXYdy56q0I7mh5KPOfxy2Px9fuvii5bPsVjee7UAuQS-Cn8e6cyAMN7wtXUKC8fRa0u5FqOMUDcyyZTlNTA0OTCK1bhPspGLn5wv0uvswrEen9WNmpLbdUDfZUWjbRgw/s1600/Easter-Witch.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMqP6MjlfONlDLXYdy56q0I7mh5KPOfxy2Px9fuvii5bPsVjee7UAuQS-Cn8e6cyAMN7wtXUKC8fRa0u5FqOMUDcyyZTlNTA0OTCK1bhPspGLn5wv0uvswrEen9WNmpLbdUDfZUWjbRgw/s1600/Easter-Witch.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Annikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12090601704553835849noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173231923570793994.post-30578032383067942542010-03-31T09:42:00.003+02:002010-03-31T09:53:47.068+02:00Tramps like us need inspiration<blockquote><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">I'll love you with all the madness in my soul<br />Oh, someday girl I don't know when<br />We're gonna get to that place<br />Where we really want to go and we'll walk in the sun<br />But till then tramps like us baby we were born to run<br />- B. Springsteen</span><br /></span></blockquote><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3livingstones.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/woman-running.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 266px;" src="http://3livingstones.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/woman-running.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Annikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12090601704553835849noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173231923570793994.post-83904851740151001862010-03-29T23:08:00.005+02:002010-03-29T23:23:11.838+02:00It is safer this wayDue to "the black cloud over my head and someone pulling a string that is tied tightly around my heart" time of month I am going to post a writing assignment from last years class. It is safer that way.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />LOOKING OUT MY WINDOW</span><br />Every morning when I look out of my living room window I feel like the luckiest human being on earth. <br />Sipping my coffee I close my eyes allowing the sound of the Atlantic Ocean crashing upon the beach to regenerate my spirit. <br />There are birds chirping around me but as I open my eyes they are nowhere to be seen. It is highly possible that these little creatures are hiding among the green of the bushy trees in the park below. It is a small park and all that the trees conceal from my view are a few gray concrete benches and a shady spot, a much needed respite during the long hot summer days.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMtq7vXvvRVgEB4M9FcF4SCDjFPlCCOB94XyFYuL2FaCAoBj03IRrau-jg0lyjkD2f2mzLnKoxrgu5nF23jWOdFKtuSOLytO13QsEN5mHVbcOFhpikgq22TRtQwkK7ZF9lKg0S9tzgSLY/s1600/DSC04018.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMtq7vXvvRVgEB4M9FcF4SCDjFPlCCOB94XyFYuL2FaCAoBj03IRrau-jg0lyjkD2f2mzLnKoxrgu5nF23jWOdFKtuSOLytO13QsEN5mHVbcOFhpikgq22TRtQwkK7ZF9lKg0S9tzgSLY/s320/DSC04018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454166807123620802" /></a><br />A smile comes upon me as the scene below is interrupted with the approach of “the gang”, as I call them. These four old men stroll along the white stone tiled beach promenade. One is holding an umbrella even though there are no clouds in sight. Every day they walk there, up along that path which follows the cliffs edge and then back down again towards the center of the town, often pointing out to sea and a couple of them holding onto their straw fedora hats when the wind picks up its strength. Today the ocean is slightly uneven, the wind causing it to be unsettled in a sparkling cocktail of green and blue, acting like a frame for the town in the distance. It is only the rugged fishing pier that breaks the frame. The pier is fully stocked with boats of all shapes and sizes, their white wooden masts pointing up into the sky.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiSN2QW08xJ6pNYQXxWsT8sPS-r1H7K-ds0iD2azKUXepJXrwbQNXvfT32PoAH791bw8-zRdkg5AbzJgNF6gycDhVE6jJjShIyX_tvJ0VMD-vq0Y6XjgK3g7ewm_l9gHj4QjShK2UCnvs/s1600/DSC04023.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiSN2QW08xJ6pNYQXxWsT8sPS-r1H7K-ds0iD2azKUXepJXrwbQNXvfT32PoAH791bw8-zRdkg5AbzJgNF6gycDhVE6jJjShIyX_tvJ0VMD-vq0Y6XjgK3g7ewm_l9gHj4QjShK2UCnvs/s320/DSC04023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454166797904861218" /></a> <br />The ocean bathes the small town in a somewhat holy glow of light and reminds me of a place more exotic and oriental. Maybe this is because of the delicate pale color of the sand on the beach below it and the heavy palm trees circling that desert area. The buildings being mostly white makes the three old stone towers even more noticeable as the main characters of this town. These majestic towers belong to the church, castle, and market place which all date from the discovery of the new world. <br />Yes, I am indeed one of the luckiest people on earth to get to wake up and sip on my coffee to this view; it could very well be the definition of unbelievable.Annikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12090601704553835849noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173231923570793994.post-81789420351039342812010-03-28T22:36:00.007+02:002010-03-28T23:33:57.792+02:00Ask, and Ye Shall Receive / Ye Have Not, Because Ye Ask NotAll my hard work this week, slaving with my midterm exam, was rewarded with the whole weekend off! Friday, when I realized I had finished the exam two day before the due date (yes I am a genius), I knew this weekend would be special!<br /><br />But first I have to tell you what happened to me on Friday morning. Thursday night, after reading a bit in my book (The Glass Lake by Maeve Binchy) and then reading some of the inspiring writing blogs I follow I felt a huge need. For awhile now I have been wanting to start writing again, I could feel I was so ripe for the process. My problem was, all my story ideas were super sucky! Before I went to bed Thursday I wrote this down in my little red notebook;<br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-style:italic;">I want to write SO badly! I just do not know about what!<br />HELP, I need a story to fall in love with!</span></blockquote><br /><br />And can you guess it? Friday morning I woke an hour before I was supposed too and for no particular reason, with this image in my head from the dream I was having. The image was so powerful that I just had to write it down. And when I started to write, practically the whole story came flowing out of me! It was like magic! Seriously, this story is GOOD, it is like REALLY really good!<br />Just thought it was the most miraculous thing, I guess it is true what they say; Ask and you shall receive!<br /><br />Here is a taste of what I did this weekend; I am truly blessed!<br />Friday night the husband and I went to El Gato which is "our" little bodega for a glass of sherry before heading to Shanghai restaurant for some delicious food (really recommend the curry egg roll and the blueberry duck!) and some hot Saki!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN1vMu9ArGirjnbcPMftAONtddcL-UfWsfUNtENCzkwDfAG7kZ8e2-xcFIW8BioDKoqSfvPtC00nm-2OTYmH_-05l4wGdpBKURlmF7h1NAKmivxm1tLVgyKhyphenhyphenwfXrGlumujzSt1-zkOxI/s1600/DSC04006.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN1vMu9ArGirjnbcPMftAONtddcL-UfWsfUNtENCzkwDfAG7kZ8e2-xcFIW8BioDKoqSfvPtC00nm-2OTYmH_-05l4wGdpBKURlmF7h1NAKmivxm1tLVgyKhyphenhyphenwfXrGlumujzSt1-zkOxI/s320/DSC04006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453793047593649938" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6gORQLvACkOYvBKZP8-6eRlluw1_H7r31oLtTpjktvxagQ0YHXayMWIgWyrVMcl0IuhhDcQHUaDGWEjyUsTobtxgk1BI7ZvxfjCjPhDDShHRBcdki25IC9_04_esh-E_clF4fJOI7S1Q/s1600/DSC04014.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6gORQLvACkOYvBKZP8-6eRlluw1_H7r31oLtTpjktvxagQ0YHXayMWIgWyrVMcl0IuhhDcQHUaDGWEjyUsTobtxgk1BI7ZvxfjCjPhDDShHRBcdki25IC9_04_esh-E_clF4fJOI7S1Q/s320/DSC04014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453793042630824418" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBA9DFEf8SAw-v7fNDn243hKtqUfVn4XNQrNR2KqQBPJtHzhO3e2MVsQMRknQYEA6W__LS4VyWcRil4jakL7ujmnqCSfy4zkJQeD9vQehI-fhOv9wlwTj9rHu_k4DtMDpb4q4Jb-RAFmI/s1600/DSC04015.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBA9DFEf8SAw-v7fNDn243hKtqUfVn4XNQrNR2KqQBPJtHzhO3e2MVsQMRknQYEA6W__LS4VyWcRil4jakL7ujmnqCSfy4zkJQeD9vQehI-fhOv9wlwTj9rHu_k4DtMDpb4q4Jb-RAFmI/s320/DSC04015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453793034614567666" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgkFeId5cyL5ewhKhKKDoUXnoziQTKYAOrABYgPkJaE5j2lXLHE4x5CHErmCX4JQ0nFn2uthbRVKviEiPuFtynekz6MHXh-5e1ypK0rvMl4JXctaYetT3cBblNrv3ohrL8niDHzGST5_I/s1600/DSC04016.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgkFeId5cyL5ewhKhKKDoUXnoziQTKYAOrABYgPkJaE5j2lXLHE4x5CHErmCX4JQ0nFn2uthbRVKviEiPuFtynekz6MHXh-5e1ypK0rvMl4JXctaYetT3cBblNrv3ohrL8niDHzGST5_I/s320/DSC04016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453793031087004978" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSKb4uCS8ArefjZ_zRHJZo3RmbHgzqlyZxJazhhh0uI2E8VN6Q1Zn-IbJWcynBHAeSzF0NjHOHdRhlHuUw6kkAszOeXFUg-sVdeqK_YRzJbKTxqZ135Vtky1NpvYESyCxL-YQN02FRe5Y/s1600/DSC04017.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSKb4uCS8ArefjZ_zRHJZo3RmbHgzqlyZxJazhhh0uI2E8VN6Q1Zn-IbJWcynBHAeSzF0NjHOHdRhlHuUw6kkAszOeXFUg-sVdeqK_YRzJbKTxqZ135Vtky1NpvYESyCxL-YQN02FRe5Y/s320/DSC04017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453793022395956706" /></a><br /><br />Saturday was a lazy romantic day but we did do our big monthly grocery shopping! Is that strange to only do it once a month? Just like to get it out of the way... But we did cook up a real treat for dinner that evening; home made pizza baked on the BBQ! This is a MUST try for any creative grillers out there. This was ridiculously good! And finished of the night with one of my favorite romantic movies ever "Only you".<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLKPJKs093vStzTfDV_0DZDSanG7XxSgdMVKC2Yhqd_rt1DMmXkkOUPkjIak4aY5pfYEr9WC-0KV6zjoVz_sFpWjd25knARyl6RPcw2TIOBalCFLd22IdFex3mZnF5W7p_GiGfAGxiP4k/s1600/DSC04025.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLKPJKs093vStzTfDV_0DZDSanG7XxSgdMVKC2Yhqd_rt1DMmXkkOUPkjIak4aY5pfYEr9WC-0KV6zjoVz_sFpWjd25knARyl6RPcw2TIOBalCFLd22IdFex3mZnF5W7p_GiGfAGxiP4k/s320/DSC04025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453794970182559730" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQfICduwAoNhZmXLxrdlCH-afqvoe6Qf_aj-IfSW7JiUdKl-8C8QPV1zoxCb2szC1zk4lXtrTEShrfxid6FsZ6IIrs-nc5hH30F_xtkODG8DWMPD1lKdqCdJANsRT_SX2cB-PvpKxyeS8/s1600/DSC04026.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQfICduwAoNhZmXLxrdlCH-afqvoe6Qf_aj-IfSW7JiUdKl-8C8QPV1zoxCb2szC1zk4lXtrTEShrfxid6FsZ6IIrs-nc5hH30F_xtkODG8DWMPD1lKdqCdJANsRT_SX2cB-PvpKxyeS8/s320/DSC04026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453794960385796578" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj4PSU5ibwe7L3GJ7UKz19fUVSK08K15OyHBRwOr8cS0-gIvnB11yKyilORlS95oREwSqf0R7iRw7YTX98-YmNJJaERyZnahvJ6AbGYTR-jvrLj51j1P1xfueHQT8SuA1Xq6sNE-LvnlY/s1600/DSC04029.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj4PSU5ibwe7L3GJ7UKz19fUVSK08K15OyHBRwOr8cS0-gIvnB11yKyilORlS95oREwSqf0R7iRw7YTX98-YmNJJaERyZnahvJ6AbGYTR-jvrLj51j1P1xfueHQT8SuA1Xq6sNE-LvnlY/s320/DSC04029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453794954503009394" /></a><br /><br />And today was.... wait for it.... The first beach day of the year!!! It is Seriously gorgeous and warm here in south Spain now. Still too cold in the Atlantic but perfect for laying on the soft sand soaking up the rays, book in one hand and husbands hand in the other! My legs wont be pale for long! Husband and I had been spring cleaning our place all morning so it was definitely well deserved! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8aTXvhZEeHRsYpmCihiIuOg9uOrG8nHhnn-Wa-h9fOTdPpZPC6dJhpiZYkYli4OZGl7fdmqpQM6UKTAohuvhdP-XjV_KUw0KHu929CHrGUalIkQ_3hhsyortEz9rFprxTLWnttOqfQ9k/s1600/DSC04032.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8aTXvhZEeHRsYpmCihiIuOg9uOrG8nHhnn-Wa-h9fOTdPpZPC6dJhpiZYkYli4OZGl7fdmqpQM6UKTAohuvhdP-XjV_KUw0KHu929CHrGUalIkQ_3hhsyortEz9rFprxTLWnttOqfQ9k/s320/DSC04032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453794976958286130" /></a><br /><br />Hope you made your weekend absolutely legendary!Annikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12090601704553835849noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173231923570793994.post-70122261794220136302010-03-25T22:23:00.005+01:002010-03-25T23:11:32.456+01:00Happy Waffle Day!I know every country has special days like woman's day and fathers day and such. But today is one day dedicated to something more important than all that in Sweden. It is of such importance, today is WAFFLE DAY!!! A whole day dedicated to waffles! How can you not love Sweden for that?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://weman.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/mainimage.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 330px;" src="http://weman.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/mainimage.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />How do they serve waffles where you live? In Sweden the traditional toppings are whipped cream and cloud-berry preserves (above). Here in Spain (the famous Feria Gofres needs a whole separate post to do them justice) you can find them covered in chocolate or buy them fresh with cream or caramel- chocolate- strawberry sauce or all of the above! (below)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imagenes.solostocks.com/z1381151/gofres-con-chocolate-120gr.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 355px; height: 500px;" src="http://imagenes.solostocks.com/z1381151/gofres-con-chocolate-120gr.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />So in honor of all important waffle day hubby and I had waffles for dinner! <br />"I love being a grown up" my hot husband said when he came home from work and saw me in kitchen begging the waffle iron to heat faster (I have no patients especially when i comes to waiting for yummyness). We set the table with all the toppings we could find in the cupboards;<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-B11svru1VpZZhpGIGKFQc3DSylCFtq_K3XF9oLAeMcZL8rYRcpN2qxWGkxBQKEXdOPMHkqW2BX0ZW7IWlea1eBXH1zQGBSGzlwmRSbe6XKrxdgDmIPFZ5Dm88q0wVKOxVrz1NyrdBNU/s1600/DSC04002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-B11svru1VpZZhpGIGKFQc3DSylCFtq_K3XF9oLAeMcZL8rYRcpN2qxWGkxBQKEXdOPMHkqW2BX0ZW7IWlea1eBXH1zQGBSGzlwmRSbe6XKrxdgDmIPFZ5Dm88q0wVKOxVrz1NyrdBNU/s320/DSC04002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452689532710855794" /></a><br /><br />My carefully selected toppings were whipped cream, blackberries, chopped nuts and honey and yes, it was delicious!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOLFk3ZMrdXazGyHEOZxhxoPAt1uLa1kEK1OvuLk_hDFGHFyT_oCwU15teK68a0aZ-LSoHmEJpdYDL6XAbI5m9ItHieu3UUzjgaUKOQ3VycL8nIaIZ0ZurlYfEw9IU9Qx_izWZ0DftyIw/s1600/DSC04003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOLFk3ZMrdXazGyHEOZxhxoPAt1uLa1kEK1OvuLk_hDFGHFyT_oCwU15teK68a0aZ-LSoHmEJpdYDL6XAbI5m9ItHieu3UUzjgaUKOQ3VycL8nIaIZ0ZurlYfEw9IU9Qx_izWZ0DftyIw/s320/DSC04003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452689528069511330" /></a><br /><br />One day I will try and make some savory waffles like these pictured below with a wild mushroom cheesy sauce. Or maybe some crispy waffles with caviar or smoked salmon, sour cream and avocado... That sounds like an Easter entrée to me!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mimmismat.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/vafflor-trattisar_mellan.thumbnail.jpg?w=500"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 96px;" src="http://mimmismat.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/vafflor-trattisar_mellan.thumbnail.jpg?w=500" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br />Now go make some waffles people!Annikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12090601704553835849noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173231923570793994.post-13381186524390171212010-03-24T21:56:00.003+01:002010-03-24T22:22:45.355+01:00My humble servant<div style="text-align:center;"><a href="http://view.picapp.com/default.aspx?term=phone&iid=5288332" target="_blank"><img src="http://cdn.picapp.com/ftp/Images/3/f/1/f/Antique_Rotary_Telephone_0d72.jpg?adImageId=11645695&imageId=5288332" width="234" height="234" border="0" alt="Antique Rotary Telephone"/></a></div><script type="text/javascript" src="http://cdn.pis.picapp.com/IamProd/PicAppPIS/JavaScript/PisV4.js"></script><br /><br />"Ring, ring!" (yes that is how my phone sounds)<br />"Hello?" (I always answer the phone with hello as a question)<br />"This is an automatic service of the health center reminding you about your appointment" (The robot receptionist was sounding a little stressed)<br /><br /><div style="text-align:center;"><a href="http://view.picapp.com/default.aspx?term=phone&iid=5289857" target="_blank"><img src="http://cdn.picapp.com/ftp/Images/e/f/8/e/Robot_receptionist_using_58a8.jpg?adImageId=11645342&imageId=5289857" width="380" height="365" border="0" alt="Robot receptionist using speaker phone"/></a></div><script type="text/javascript" src="http://cdn.pis.picapp.com/IamProd/PicAppPIS/JavaScript/PisV4.js"></script><br /><br />"Press one for confirmation" (sure I'll do that)<br />"Your time is now confirmed" (Robot receptionist sounded extremely relived!)<br />"Thank you for <span style="font-weight:bold;">letting us serve you</span>, have a great day!"<br /><br />Before I could even hang up the phone I started to laugh my ass off; THANK YOU FOR LETTING US SERVE YOU?! I have never heard that before in my life, someone thanking me for them serving me! <br />Shit, honey I will LET you serve me anytime you want if that is what makes you happy!<br /><br /><div style="text-align:center;"><a href="http://view.picapp.com/default.aspx?term=thanks&iid=176811" target="_blank"><img src="http://cdn.picapp.com/ftp/Images/0173/81a76601-9c22-43df-b535-3614a81d4442.jpg?adImageId=11645990&imageId=176811" width="234" height="234" border="0" alt="Thank you candy heart"/></a></div><script type="text/javascript" src="http://cdn.pis.picapp.com/IamProd/PicAppPIS/JavaScript/PisV4.js"></script>Annikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12090601704553835849noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173231923570793994.post-58558320014411519022010-03-23T22:29:00.004+01:002010-03-23T23:42:12.650+01:00Mr. T and sushiUh uh, no way, I am SO not going to post anything tonight...<br />But then I see loads of lovely comments and I just cannot resist!<br /><br />Not that I have anything to say. My life is boring, not like my other blogger friends lives, they always have something to write about... Yes I might have caught blog envy or something. <br /><br />Ouch! Just writing that I got a pang of guilt! What am I on about? My life is utterly shinny and brilliant. I seriously need to shut up sometime!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a.media.community.abcfamily.go.com/images/shut_up.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://a.media.community.abcfamily.go.com/images/shut_up.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />As my gorgeous followers know I am under some STRESS this week, that is all. It will pass and I will rock on. The End!<br /><br />Found out on facebook today that my old class of 95' is having a reunion... I dig reunions, love to see what people been up to, if they have gotten fat, or bald or sad or rich or happier or worse; they are just the same... Since I live in Spain and the reunion is in Sweden I'll just have to beg for photos! I went to the reunion 5 years ago and was fat as hell and the first to be divorced in the class... I liked being the first though, it's the rock star rebel in me... Had a real blast that night though!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.tvguide.com/MediaBin/Galleries/Imported/Movies/6/38764a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 144px; height: 216px;" src="http://static.tvguide.com/MediaBin/Galleries/Imported/Movies/6/38764a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Enough rambling and on to some important news! I got another award! From the mysterious vixen <a href="http://the-mercurial-wife.blogspot.com/">Johana at The Mercurial Wife</a>, her blog is a real jewel and she thinks I am awesome, so there!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6S3DhMgBPh1RxPeo7RtsUEi3h1XPNRo1d7iBglvL_m5fzjJfDkXtH3Nfzg2XQaqk7vB4VTJF7lnMQEoT_Dz-XBRv6HhLvFjLT5PlpdTRGMApuM0zGT2G88pvXLPJDNTqBou3z3ueQ-Ag/s1600-h/bffblogaward.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 165px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6S3DhMgBPh1RxPeo7RtsUEi3h1XPNRo1d7iBglvL_m5fzjJfDkXtH3Nfzg2XQaqk7vB4VTJF7lnMQEoT_Dz-XBRv6HhLvFjLT5PlpdTRGMApuM0zGT2G88pvXLPJDNTqBou3z3ueQ-Ag/s200/bffblogaward.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451953003521750370" /></a><br /><br />I would like to pass it on too...<br />Erin at <a href="http://thehoundstoothapron.blogspot.com/">The Houndstooth Apron</a> cos' she's wicked smart!<br /><br />And actually that is all I have time to do for now!!! Aaah, do you think the blog world will survive? Or maybe it's just that more special for one person to get an award at a time?! (Or am I just lazy?)<br /><br />Hmmm.. now I am craving sushi...<br /><br /><div style="text-align:center;"><a href="http://view.picapp.com/default.aspx?term=sushi&iid=5245798" target="_blank"><img src="http://cdn.picapp.com/ftp/Images/d/0/c/e/elevated_view_of_afd6.jpg?adImageId=11603850&imageId=5245798" width="234" height="234" border="0" alt="elevated view of a platter of assorted sushi rolls served with condiments"/></a></div><script type="text/javascript" src="http://cdn.pis.picapp.com/IamProd/PicAppPIS/JavaScript/PisV4.js"></script>Annikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12090601704553835849noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173231923570793994.post-64218856894620626142010-03-22T23:20:00.003+01:002010-03-22T23:40:38.237+01:00Preventing a mind explosionToday I have been so overwhelmed! Oh so busy... All that keeps me from banging my head against the wall or falling to my knees and calling out "why God? Why?" are these five simple words;<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://msp197.photobucket.com/albums/aa187/kata3341/One_day_at_a_time.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://msp197.photobucket.com/albums/aa187/kata3341/One_day_at_a_time.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />If I look at the whole amount of work that needs to be done, the big picture, I will freak. So as long as I keep my focus on small pieces as a time I will be fine! Definitely living life one day at a time this week, how about you?Annikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12090601704553835849noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173231923570793994.post-82349488449033788002010-03-21T21:50:00.007+01:002010-03-21T23:02:57.052+01:00You will be needing protective gear<div style="text-align:center;"><a href="http://view.picapp.com/default.aspx?term=warning&iid=188862" target="_blank"><img src="http://cdn.picapp.com/ftp/Images/0185/db1fd372-584f-4003-b4db-0f611b6ae853.jpg?adImageId=11530992&imageId=188862" width="234" height="351" border="0" alt="Road sign in Hawaii"/></a></div><script type="text/javascript" src="http://cdn.pis.picapp.com/IamProd/PicAppPIS/JavaScript/PisV4.js"></script><br />Or... WARNING! Dizzy random post ahead, wear hard hat or some sort of protection gear!<br /><br />Is it just me or is anyone else feeling a bit uninspired lately? Hopefully its just me, would hate for a world full of rambling, stumbling, mumbling and uninspired people! But maybe uninspired is the wrong word, I might be overly inspired... Seems like I cant focus on one thing and stick too it. My mind automatically drifts to the next project without complete the last. Isn't that sort of the definition for an attention deficit disorder?<br /><br />But like the militant optimist I am I just try and make the best of this inner dizziness. I am trying many new things and my ideas are all racing around! For example, like these past three nights I have not been able to sleep well since I keep dreaming of book ideas, but as soon as I wake to jot down the fantastic ideas they evaporate from my mind like steam from a kettle... I am just all over the place not really knowing what I am doing, but you know what? That is perfectly OK with me, at least my brain isn't bored!<br /><br /><div style="text-align:center;"><a href="http://view.picapp.com/default.aspx?term=kettle&iid=238219" target="_blank"><img src="http://cdn.picapp.com/ftp/Images/0234/4286fbcd-f8be-479d-bbfd-05fa469ae346.jpg?adImageId=11531044&imageId=238219" width="234" height="351" border="0" alt="Thinkstock Single Image Set"/></a></div><script type="text/javascript" src="http://cdn.pis.picapp.com/IamProd/PicAppPIS/JavaScript/PisV4.js"></script><br /><br />This weekend was perfectly uneventful as planned. Filled with studies, next week is the mid semester exam so it'll be filled with studies too, yay...<br />BUT! I did get to be girly today and go shopping! I do not think that you probably care what I got but I am on a shopping high, so don't care and will tell you anyway, humpfh!<br /><br />- Two books (The Car by Gary Paulsen and Tiger Moon by Antonia Michaelis, VERY excited to read both! Not a big book buyer, like libraries, but it had been a long time since last and I need inspiration for my writing!)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51ewL7HVDdL._SL500_AA300_.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51ewL7HVDdL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.harcourtbooks.com/images/bookcovers/150/9780152058272_150.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 234px;" src="http://www.harcourtbooks.com/images/bookcovers/150/9780152058272_150.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />- Black high heels (really basic but sooo comfy and my legs look awesome, hey needed new shoes for the dresses right?)<br />- Running shorts (really cute turquoise ones, I used to wear my hubby's old ones so needed these)<br />- And last a Nike+ thingy!!! (Husband got this one for me and I am in looove! Never ever owned a running measuring thingamabob, yes that is a technological term, it lets you know distance, time, calories burnt, pace and its gorgeous. Seriously need to baptize it.)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gentlemansgadgets.com/for%20men/images/2008/03/nike-sports-band.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 280px;" src="http://www.gentlemansgadgets.com/for%20men/images/2008/03/nike-sports-band.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />But also this weekend I received yet another award, whoohoo! <br />It is "I love your blog award". That must just be the most straightforward award I have gotten so far; "Yeah, don't be ashamed, just say it load and proud; I LOVE YOUR BLOG"! I received it from <a href="http://lovelyviolet5.blogspot.com/">Irene at Lovely Violet</a> and I LOVE HER BLOG too!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihNeLau1QS1v_b5krtq6FIOWCAngGuycyMh-03P5Ht6M_1OGJGLkXPzHJPLeqcqGBWKjTdUSTys1Z7CGyo6hwa_SjWDvn_xbXib91zJwInM1UTg5CiJqZuf2iLq7b0uSlQQhgdU1DCbtw/s1600-h/ilyblogaward.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 244px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihNeLau1QS1v_b5krtq6FIOWCAngGuycyMh-03P5Ht6M_1OGJGLkXPzHJPLeqcqGBWKjTdUSTys1Z7CGyo6hwa_SjWDvn_xbXib91zJwInM1UTg5CiJqZuf2iLq7b0uSlQQhgdU1DCbtw/s320/ilyblogaward.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451198597827273426" /></a><br /><br />I would like to pass it on to these party people because of their plain awesomeness:<br />Jewels at <a href="http://blondeinablog.blogspot.com/">A blond walks into a blog</a><br />Anna at <a href="http://storminawineglass.blogspot.com/">A Storm in a wine Glass</a><br />Agy at <a href="http://agytalks.blogspot.com/">Agy Talks</a><br />Alee at <a href="http://aleeanddan.blogspot.com/">Love Is...</a><br />Nicole at <a href="http://nicoleducleroir.blogspot.com/">One Significant Moment at a Time</a><br /><br />Sleep time for me, but you know I will just be lying and waiting for that magic book to pop back into my head again! <br />Oh and maybe tomorrow I will be organized... Yeah whatever!Annikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12090601704553835849noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173231923570793994.post-356545580752051822010-03-19T23:33:00.004+01:002010-03-20T00:07:35.532+01:00Me so prolificThank you so much <a href="http://nicoleducleroir.blogspot.com/">Nicole over at One Significant Moment at a Time</a> who let me choose the PROLIFIC blogger AWARD! <br />We were having an award ceremony today, I guess you all happened to miss it... It was so cool, TV and radio was there and Brad Pitt and... Yeah I suck at lying!<br /><br />Love the description of the award; By definition, a Prolific Blogger "is one who is intellectually productive...keeping up an active blog that is filled with enjoyable content." Yes that is so me. Hmmm...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBPJrCLJrna2-Lv3XcElsb2acs6Bl42awKHUkv-0zT3fToYUCdaQjN8ovrDw6_O4a-bDu4bIEBbUVfAHXbm_yBLPHyDrqQtH1AnrfhtL6_QVJYr8SR3Q4rzZtJO_mfqY0lIodSIJwd1yo/s1600-h/prolific+blogger+award.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBPJrCLJrna2-Lv3XcElsb2acs6Bl42awKHUkv-0zT3fToYUCdaQjN8ovrDw6_O4a-bDu4bIEBbUVfAHXbm_yBLPHyDrqQtH1AnrfhtL6_QVJYr8SR3Q4rzZtJO_mfqY0lIodSIJwd1yo/s320/prolific+blogger+award.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450477731858064466" /></a><br /><br />I would like to pass it on to these inspiring, and totally unique bloggers(in no order);<br />Brandi at <a href="http://georgebundlesfitness.blogspot.com/">AWAKEN THE STRENGTH</a><br />Elana over at well, <a href="http://elanajohnson.blogspot.com/">Elana Johnson, Author</a><br />Nikosmommy at <a href="http://fabulouspastanotincluded.blogspot.com/">Fabulous!(pasta not included)</a><br />Libbylayla at <a href="http://libbylayla1984.blogspot.com/">Memoirs Of An Imperfect Writer</a><br />Johana at <a href="http://the-mercurial-wife.blogspot.com/">A Mercurial Wife</a><br /><br />Make sure to check them out! Have a kickin' weekend, now I have to study....Annikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12090601704553835849noreply@blogger.com7