If you speak even the smallest smattering of Spanish, I assume that you might find the title of this long overdue blog entry a bit contratictory to the blog's new namesake Sin Mayonesa, Por Favor. But I assure, it's not.
Allow me to explain. When I departed from the states on the 11th of September, I was carrying with me a bag of farewell cards from my friends, that I didn't have the stones [nor the time, or emotional capital] to read previously. But during the drive to JFK international, following my heroing defeat of all things Murphy's law on that fateful day, I finally decided it was time to put my big girl panties on, and read what my friends had to say. Naturally, all the cards made me cry. But one card hit a chord. One of my dear friends encouraged me to find my place of yes.
|Mi compañeros de piso (roommates). Emily, USA; Sophie, Belgium; & Olly, England|
|Candadian Thanksgiving. This photo prooves that it's impossible to take good TG pictures once the food makes an appearance|
I'm excited to think that I've only started to scratch the surface of what "yes" can do for me, where "yes" can take me, and how "yes" can help me grow.
But I'm still saying no to mayonnaise. Sorry Spain, but it's just gross.
|Fried cod, caramelized onions, raspberry compote. Amazing.|
El Rincon de Tapas de las Anas