some travel, some fun, all me
Welcome back to Track Tuesdays.
How can you not love Stevie Wonder? I think it is practically impossible.
I LOVE this song, you can turn it on late at night when you are dead tired……. and it makes you want to get up and DANCE.
So, go ahead!
Living for the City by Stevie Wonder
My super darling nephew is two today! Happy Birthday Avery! Always remember that you can be whatever you want when you grow up….
jungle safari guide
maestro
determined lumberjack
rasta man
mad scientist who likes to pick up cute chicks
Whatever direction you choose to go, I will always believe in you and accept every choice you make. Love Forever Avery. ~ Aunt Kim
It has been FREEEEEEZING here. So cold most of Mallorca received some of that white stuff. More snow beauties coming your way:
Though it is causing some major chaos on the highways, it is still undeniably beautiful.
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Just five little things rotating in my head today:
1. I gave up Coke for Lent. I REALLY want one. When is Easter again?
2. I went out with the youngins in Campos last night. Did you know there is black vodka and caramel vodka? Black vodka mixed with Sprite and a caramel vodka shot, both surprisingly delicious.
3. This U.S. job search from Mallorca is turning into total bullshit. Just sayin.
4. I have decided to stop smiling and laughing. They just cause way too many lines in the face. Smiling and laughing are completely overrated anyways.
5. Are seven cats at one time too many to move to the USA?
Driving home tonight, the moon was low in the sky and fuzzy. Fuzzy from the clouds and fuzzy from my cold sake, it was sushi night with the Gomez Gil twins. They’re so cute, they are like my Spanish equivalent to the Sweet Valley High (SVH) twins.
Did you ever read those books? My God, I was obsessed. Constantly wanting to be Jessica because of her daring attitude and every guy dying to be with her. But Elizabeth was cool, she was smart and sly, and had a hot boyfriend, who was such the gentleman. I read through at least book 100. And I just have to mention that I still knew the twin’s names without having to look it up. I am very disturbed by that fact.
Also, a bit disturbing is that I decided to drive the back way home. It is a very winding narrow road with potholes and tall weeds growing from both sides. Normally, I find it quite peaceful when coming home late and driving on this dark deserted road where you rarely see another car. But this night I was a bit spookified. A few weeks ago my online Mallorca Daily Bulletin (MDB) had a story headline that read “Missing Bolivian found dismembered in Sa Rapita”.
There are two problems (if not more) that I have with this headline.
1. MDB will publish headlines at the top of the post but you have to wait until the next day to read the story. The site is free, why would you need to lure me here another day? Please MDB, I read you daily – as I should since it is part of your name. I had to wait a full 24 hours before I could find out about a woman dismembered in my neighborhood.
2. Dismembered? Not something I was expecting to happen in my sleepy lil town of Sa Rapita. Who could do that to a human body? Truly horrifying.
Finally I read about what happened. A man who goes by the initials of Q.Q. (an Ecuadorian) killed this Bolivian woman in her home in Palma and then put her body into his car and drove it out to his place here, in Sa Rapita. Using his construction tools to dismember the body, he then threw the body parts out randomly, while driving around. And this back road I mentioned, would be perfect for doing just that. It is uninhabited, but there is a fence along the road so animals cannot go onto (or off) the land. Some of the body parts were found on his property, but not all.
And what is still missing? Her head. This has been haunting me terribly.
SVH had many evil plots, don’t you remember. What about the very first book where there is smoking and drinking, later books have death and drugs, not so sweet now…. The evil sneaks in from all directions doesn’t it? So, yes, it’s quite possibly Sweet Valley High, Spanish style.
And people nowadays say Twilight is not good for their daughters to read. Why? Because Edward is the perfect man? Which of course, he isn’t. Or wait…..
So driving back home through the cool, foggy air with twists and turns in the road where the weeds can touch your car, I pictured her. This poor woman who lost her life and was brought here, to my peaceful neighborhood. I waited to see a ghostly figure in front of me with each turn, but it brought me only another turn, more weeds sliding by, whispering good night.
Not really the direction you thought I was going with this post? Just keeping it real, yo. And you thought I was all about silliness…
Look! No pictures, no video, no “go/do/eat Mallorca” post.
Sometimes I wonder if my blog is too much silliness. Too many video clips. Too much of randomness.
I read blogs that have so much meaning with each one, some where they have lost someone precious in their life, some where they are struggling in this world to make ends meet, some where their children are so amazing and their life is so interesting that I want to always check in. And me? I write about whatever comes to mind for the day. I am not struggling to make ends meet, I have not lost someone so precious that I need to write about, so am I boring? Because if I AM please, do me a favor and tell me to shut up.
What do you need? What do you want? More seriousness? More focus on my internal strife…. cuz I can belt it out but I would think that could get uninspirational (which I don’t think is even a real word). But you catch my drift.
But I do enjoy my blog. My randomness. One day I will have the children I long for to write meaningful stories about. One day I will lose someone who is so close to me it breaks my heart (and I pray for that day to be a long time away). But until then, you just might have to deal with the quirkiness and take the time to look at my blog for a mental break from life.
For now, I can be here for you for that break. And even after when life gets too serious.
Well hello there! Please accept my apologies, I haven’t really introduced what it is exactly that I do here in Mallorca. Shall I give the list by bullet points?
And I used to love driving around our old Renault R4 that you see all the old men driving around here, but sadly, it had a problem with its gas line and it was time to go. I asked the family that I teach their kids if they wanted it, because two of them are getting their driver’s license and they said yes! So at least he (the car) is going to a good home. His name is Radical, by the way, and he was the GREATEST car ever. I, unlike, my boyfriend, have only had a few cars in my life and each one I get very attached to.
My first car was a Buick Electra, which seated 824 people comfortably, with a horn that sounded like a train. My friends and I would park by the tracks, drink beer and honk the horn to freak people out. After I graduated from Oklahoma State University (Go Cowboys!) I bought a silver Ford Probe. Because my best friend had one in red and I wanted to be just like her. I LOVED her RX-7 she had before the Probe, that car was fun.
Anyways, the Probe’s oil gauge was always messed up and on my way home from work in CT, driving home to NYC the engine went out – NO OIL!! And I am NOT kidding, I was taking it in the next day for an oil change. So sad. It sat in my work parking lot until who knows when – I moved to Germany and gave it to an art director at my job. That car had seen a lot of changes in my life. If cars could talk, all of the ones I “owned” would have bestsellers.
Can we give a toast to all my favorite cars? The Buick. The Probe. And now RADICAL. Raise your glasses high. CLINK CLINK.
GOING NINETY MILES 