Super Soul Sunday: Stallion Story

January 19th 2014

An old farmer lives on his farm with his teenage son. He also has a beautiful stallion that he lovingly cares for. The farmer enters his stallion into the annual county fair competition. His stallion wins first prize. The farmer’s neighbors gather to congratulate him on this great win. He calmly says, “Who knows what is good and who knows what is bad?”

Puzzled by this reaction, the neighbors go away. The next week, some thieves who heard about the stallion’s increased value steal the horse. When the neighbors come to commiserate with the farmer they find him again very calm and gathered. He says, “Who knows what is good and who knows what is bad?”

Several days later, the spirited stallion escapes from the thieves and finds his way back to the farm bringing with him a few wild mares he has befriended along the way. To his neighbors’ excited rounds of congratulations, the farmer once again says, “Who knows what is good and who knows what is bad?”

A few weeks later, the farmer’s son is thrown off one of these new mares as he is trying to break it in, and his leg is fractured. As the neighbors gather to commiserate with the old farmer, he one again reminds them, “Who knows what is good and what is bad?”

The following week, the imperial army marches through the village, conscripting all eligible young men for the war that has just broken out. The old farmer’s son is spared due to his fractured leg. The neighbors no longer bother to come to the old farmer to congratulate him. By now they know what his response will be…

Source: Positive Intelligence by Shirzad Chamine

Cinco Days in Guatemala

November 10th 2013

My friend Paul sold me on Guatemala when he called it the India of Central America, alluding to the bright colors, traditional clothing and crowded yet lush cityscapes.

I went for five days and then prayed that my flight home would be cancelled so I could stay foreverrr…or at least a little bit longer. I landed in Guatemala City (a less-than-three-hour flight from Miami), headed to the old capital of Antigua then made my way to the villages and towns around Lake Atitlán.

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An aerial view of Guatemala City, the capital




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Severe earthquakes in 1773 once left Antigua abandoned; the old (flourishing-again) capital is filled with monumental ruins




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Antigua’s quiet cobblestone streets…




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…and colorful buildings and locals




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The view from a hike to Panachajel’s Tierra Linda




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Speedboats to San Pedro




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Horseback riding in San Pedro
(More pictures on Instagram and Facebook)

Burning Man!

September 15th 2013

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I have 15+ pages of writing on Burning Man thus far but will spare you until it’s a bit more cohesive.

Travel Is…

June 18th 2013

“Travel is little beds and cramped bathrooms. It’s old television sets and slow Internet connections. Travel is extraordinary conversations with ordinary people. It’s waiters, gas station attendants, and housekeepers becoming the most interesting people in the world. It’s churches that are compelling enough to enter. It’s McDonald’s being a luxury. It’s the realization that you may have been born in the wrong country. Travel is a smile that leads to a conversation in broken English. It’s the epiphany that pretty girls smile the same way all over the world. Travel is tipping 10% and being embraced for it. Travel is the same white T-shirt again tomorrow. Travel is accented sex after good wine and too many unfiltered cigarettes. Travel is flowing in the back of a bus with giggly strangers. It’s a street full of bearded backpackers looking down at maps. Travel is wishing for one more bite of whatever that just was. It’s the rediscovery of walking somewhere. It’s sharing a bottle of liquor on an overnight train with a new friend. Travel is ‘Maybe I don’t have to do it that way when I get back home.’”

Nick Miller, Isn’t It Pretty to Think So? (via ethereally)

An Ode to IHOP

May 6th 2013

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There is something about chain restaurants, like IHOP, that makes me feel a giddy ‘Merica pride; I’m a child again, with too short shorts and a hankering for hash browns; a hungover college student with a penchant for milkshakes and cheese fries on the cheap.

And yes, I know this is just IHOP but unironic irony is my thing, like McFlurrys and amusement parks and trips to the Halloween store in April. Like following Paris Hilton on Twitter for her motivational quotes.

And so I recklessly abandoned my bikini body plan, per usual, and got started. The four different syrups on the table are exciting: Old fashioned, blueberry, strawberry and boysenberry…which one am I going to choose, what am I going to order, why am I so bad at making decisions?

I was craving eggs but obviously wasn’t going to not order pancakes at IHOP. Lucky for me, you don’t have to choose because here in heaven, pancakes come with eggs. So I opted for the double blueberry stack with 2 eggs over easy, hash browns, bacon and the new bananas foster brioche french toast (pictured above).

(Sidenote: Raquel, my server, answers Tropicana when I ask what kind of fresh juice they have soo, don’t come for the beverages. Also, the entire experience is best enjoyed when you ignore the disclaimer on every menu page about healthy diets being 2,000 calories blah blah buzzkillll.)

When the food comes I snap three pictures and pull my hair back, which means you know it’s getting serious. The meal was delicious though the portions are small. (I know, I’m everything that’s wrong with this country.)  Regardless, for a girl who likes good pancakes, this place more than stacks up. And who cares that it’s a chain or totally déclassé! In the wise tweets of Paris Hilton: “Anywhere is paradise; it’s up to you.”

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