Wednesday, November 30, 2011

On Letting Yourself Be Taken Care Of


Okay, I must admit this to myself: I am sick. I woke up in the middle of the night on Tuesday with an aching throat and it hasn’t gone away since. Since then I’ve developed a headache and some serious dizziness…whoohoo! I am SO grateful that my body decided to turn against me AFTER we returned from our trip. Seriously, I can look at that as a blessing right?

Still, this is hard for me. I am hardly ever sick…really. My husband is sick all of the time. I have grown comfortable with being the nurturer, not the nurtured. Admitting that I’m sick, that I need to stay in bed, that I need help…that’s something I’m quite uncomfortable doing. Accepting that help means I’m weak, vulnerable.

Of course, what happens when I DON’T recognize my sickness is I continue to force myself to go about the day as normal, doing chores and homework and the like while feeling worse and worse with each passing minute.

There are times when we must swallow our pride, curl up in bed, and come clean to ourselves that we are indeed human and we can’t do it all.

Today is one of those times.

Instead of being sad, I’ll just dream of Soup.

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Tuesday, November 29, 2011

The Love Story, Part 6


Part 1.
Part 2.
Part 3.
Part 4.
Part 5

Hydra Greek Islands

In the last chapter of our love story, I told you about how Steven told me he loved me in the most romantic love letter I’ve ever received, and how I didn’t say it back to him. The day after my birthday I went with my best friend and mother to Paris and Greece, leaving Steven behind in Germany for two whole weeks.

At the start of the trip, I really thought Steven and I hadn’t been together long enough to know if I really loved him – or if he really loved me, for that matter. I just had no idea! But suddenly, as I was going places and seeing things I’ve always dreamed of seeing, I realized how I felt when he wasn’t around me…and that’s when I began to realize that I really did love him back.

To celebrate my return to Germany two weeks later, Steven planned a surprise for me. He made me close my eyes as he led me out across the meadow behind his family’s home and into a grove of trees. There waiting for us was a tray with mulled cider and mugs, as well as the biggest pile of leaves I’ve ever seen. He remembered a story I’d told him weeks prior about my childhood memories of raking up piles of leaves and jumping in them…and he recreated that memory for me.

I was so incredibly touched by this sweet gesture. We had a blast! It was there, among the trees and the colors of fall, that I said I Love You for the first time.

I’d say the rest is history, but the story’s not QUITE over yet.

Sunday, November 27, 2011

The Sea

in Palavas Les Flots and Marseille, France.
If it were any warmer I would have dived right in…
Because really, who doesn’t want to swim in the Mediterranean?
Le sigh.
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Marseille Port Boat

Saturday, November 26, 2011

The World’s Best Bakery…No, Really.

Montpellier Bakery
You guys know all about my passionate love affair with food. Food is amazing. It is pretty much the best thing ever. Given these feelings I have about food, I’ve been planning to write a big “Where to eat in Montpellier” post so that you will all know where to get your sustenance once you come here too…and you all WILL come here, because it’s my new favorite place in the world and you need it in your lives.

Don’t worry, this foodie-post will be showing itself around these parts shortly, but I’ve decided one establishment in particular deserved it’s own completely separate post. SO in love with this place.

While walking aimlessly through the artsy, walking-and-biking-only St. Anne district of Montpellier, Steven and I stumbled upon the most adorable bakery entitled Le Vieux Four Sainte Anne.  The smell of bread still being made lured us inside, where we discovered an amazing selection of breads, pastries, quiches, and even small pizzas. The woman who served us was loud and beautiful, telling us the French words for everything we ordered and making us repeat them back to her. We ordered a giant baguette, two chocolate croissants, a pizza, and a quiche…more than enough to eat for us, and only paid seven euros.

Delicious baked goods in hand, Steven and I walked five minutes west to the large park in between the city’s gorgeous aqueduct and even-more gorgeous Arc de Triumph, sharing our spoils on a stone wall and enjoying the warm weather.

We’ll be visiting this place again before we leave tomorrow afternoon.
Did I mention I LOVE the South of France?
Montpellier Bakery Crossaint
Montpellier Bakery Pizza
Montpellier Bakery Quiche
St Anne Bakery
St Anne Bakery Wall
Montpellier Park
Le Vieux Four Sainte Anne
10 Rue Eugène Lisbonne, 34000 Montpellier, France

Friday, November 25, 2011

Three Beauty Products I Can’t Live Without in Winter


Fresh Faced Friday

This is not a sponsored post. These opinions are 100% my own. I’m sharing them with you because you deserve to take part in the awesome as well. You’re welcome!

Ah, Winter.
We love it, we hate it.
Despite all of the amazing things that come along with this glorious season, there are definitely certain aspects of it I could live without.
At the top of this list is dry skin, dry lips, dry hair, dry everything.
No good.
Nicht gut.
No Bueno.

Here are 3 beauty products I can’t live without during these colder months, and once you try them you’ll definitely be hooked too!


Head To Toe Hydrator, by Sephora
€ 8.50

When they say head to toe, they really aren’t kidding.
I apply this to the tips of my hair directly after showering and it keeps my hair looking nice and healthy!
Face, hands, feet, you name it. This all-in-one moisturizer is a no brainer.


Dermalogica Multivitamin Power Recover Mask

Use this once a week. You will not regret it, I promise.
It’s on the pricier side, but absolutely worth every penny. It also lasts quite a while. I bought my first tube of the stuff in may and I’ve still got plenty left of it. A little goes a long way!
Never before have I used a mask that brings so much moisture and glow to my skin. I saw a difference in my skin’s glow-iness the first time I used it!


ANYTHING Burt’s Bees.
Burt’s Bees Lip Balm 
Affordable and easy-to-be-found anywhere, Burt’s Bees is by far my favorite lip balm of all time. Coming in second is The Body Shop’s Shea Butter Lip Balm, although it’s slightly pricier at about $8 per tube. In my opinion, you should never leave the house without this stuff, because NO ONE likes chapped lips.

Montpellier on a Scooter

The hubs and I were able to rent a little scooter to get around with during our weekend adventure.
I think it's adorable, and I can't even begin to tell you how much fun it is, 
zipping through tiny one way streets and alleyways in this gorgeously historic place.
Montpellier weather is an absolute dream. Yesterday afternoon we had to take off our sweaters as we lounged about one of the city's fabulous parks. When we're in transit, the warm wind on our faces feels like pure freedom.
I took to taking pictures while we were zipping around on our trusty little machine.
Don't worry, I wasn't driving. 

Montpellier, while on a scooter:

all photos were taken with a Canon 1000D/Kit Lens, while riding on a scooter in Montpellier, France. Excuse the blurriness :)

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Autumn from Stay Gold, Autumn!

 Happy Turkey Day, friends and family! I love you. I love you, and I am grateful for you. Truly. I am SO happy to have Autumn from Stay Gold, Autumn guest posting today about a marvelous Thanksgiving experience of hers - I promise, it's a must read!


Last year, I spent the first Thanksgiving with my in-laws.

My husband (fiance at the time) and I were in the midst of finalizing everything for our wedding, preparing for finals, and we had just made a decision we had thought was going to kill us.
Less than a month before our wedding, we had to make the decision for Devin to take an internship to start in January for ten weeks (which meant a job, stability, knowing where we would live...) when we had planned for one in the summer. The problem? I had to student teach that semester or delay my graduation a year which also meant I wouldn't have a job that would financially support us.

The only option that felt right was for us to say goodbye to the first 10 weeks of our marriage together. and a week after our wedding I was waving goodbye to myself at an airport. I would love to say I had a wonderful attitude, but instead, I was quite angry.

Shortly after other things felt right, like graduate school. I called my husband and asked him: "how are we going to be able to afford this...?"

This is the part where I felt rather humbled.

That lovely internship paid for my semester, financially supported us over the next six months when we both could not find stable jobs, and it kept us from ever having to take out any loans we would have otherwise had to have taken out.

If I could write a letter to myself last year it would say: "It will all be okay, infact, it will be worth it."

I never thought I would be thankful for this experience, I now am very grateful. We began our marriage with the message "you can do hard things." Beyond that? I realized I need to just be grateful for everything because I never know what hindsight is going to look like.

For the rest of my life, I hope I remember this lesson.

Happy Thanksgiving,

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Sud de France…a sneak peek!


Montpellier has captured my heart in just a few hours.
In many ways it reminds me of Paris…
minus the tourists, crowds, and cold weather.
The palm trees and red tiled roofs remind me of my homeland.
I’m keeping the blogging to a minimum these next couple of days, but I thought I’d offer you a sneak peek to keep you satisfied until I start hashing out the details. Hah!

Mont 1




Thanksgiving Traditions - Vivian from A Dance for 5

Greetings, everyone, from Montpellier! The South of France is absolutely everything I could have hoped for and more. I am in love, love, love. Don't worry, you'll be hearing about our adventures soon enough ;) In the mean time, I hope you'll enjoy a guest post from Vivian from a Dance for Five! We made a plan to swap guest posts about our Thanksgiving traditions, so make sure you head over to her blog to read mine.  Until tomorrow - Au Revoir!


Hello readers of Roots, Wings and other Things. My name is Vivian and I blog at Dance for 5. I am truly happy to be here today. Daryl is one of my favorite bloggers living in one of my favorite places on earth. She makes my day every time I read about her adventures far away from home. In a way, I can relate to what she writes. I love making new friends so please make sure you come on over and say “Hi.” In the meantime, enjoy this post I’ve prepared specially for you.

Thanksgiving. Just saying the word still seems a little foreign.


I was born and raised in Colombia. Thanksgiving it’s not celebrated there. We don’t eat turkey and the only notion I had of a pumpkin was through the Cinderella story. We don't play nor watch football (its soccer country) and although we Colombians tend to favor new gadgets, fashion and trends, Black Friday is non-existent. I personally think, it could never be culturally possible: We don’t like lines, let alone lines out in the cold and we treasure our sleep (probably one of the reasons why we don’t age).

Every year I would always look forward to the end of November; not because of Thanksgiving but because it was my birthday. As customary my  parents would throw some elaborate and lavish birthday parties for me. When I moved here, all the focus was switched to the holidays and I was left longing for that time when it was all about me and my one year anniversary of my birth. I’ve been here long enough to call it home but have I really accepted that my life has changed? 

I was on-call at the hospital a few days this last week and my mother-in-law helped me by watching the kids. As I was saying my good-byes to the kids, she approached me showing me this gift she had brought for them.

thanksgiving figures

She told me that the day before, she had been talking to my son and he knew nothing about Thanksgiving. Was it just the mere fact of a typical 5 year-old? Or was it a mom not getting as involved with the holiday spirit? I realized then two things: That I am more than grateful that my children have a their grandma to be there for them and teach them about their heritage. And that I need to try better. Try better to know more about what made this country what it is now and embrace its past.


As silly as it may sound, I ran to my other’s child room and took her book (with cartoons and all) about Thanksgiving to read it at work. Sometimes the most simple and childish ways are the best ways to learn. In my case, I needed a refresher bad. A reminder that it’s not only about the fancy dinner and the crafts I’ve been enthusiastically making but about saying Thanks to Life. Once long ago, the Native Americans, a “strange group of people” to the Pilgrims sacrificed their time, resources, efforts and much more so that their friends could live and progress in the land. Today, with joy and gratitude, I reflect upon the “strange group of people” who helped me turn into who I am. To those, who upon my arrival to a new country, with patiently, taught me a new language, a new culture, a new lifestyle.

On this Thanksgiving, like every year since I' moved to this country, we will get together with family and friends. We will do one thing different: we will talk and reflect on the real meaning of the holiday.

And we will do a few other things just the same: 

1. We will eat turkey and incorporate tamales and flan to the menu.

2. The next day I won’t go shopping, instead I will be getting my beauty sleep, going for a massage and getting my feet ready for a night of Latin Dancing. After all, it's my Birthday!

Vivian dancing 2

Wishing you a Happy Thanksgiving wherever you may be and hoping you find peace in knowing gratitude heals and uplifts the soul.


Monday, November 21, 2011

Finding Inspiration

SALE - Provence Photo,  Aix-en-Provence Fountain, South of France, Travel Photography, Town Square - La Fontaine

Deepest apologies for going utterly and completely MIA. 
The past several days I had been feeling rather uninspired. 
A classic case of being stuck in the same old, same old. 
It didn't help that I had a big paper to finish, which I submitted at the very last second of the last minute that it was due. 
Ba da bing, ba da boom. 

So I was taking a little "Me" time, doing things that usually help me to feel inspired. 
I played a little guitar, before giving up because of my aching fingers. 
I read a book that's been neglected as of late. It was a joyous reunion. 
There was also quite a bit of daydreaming and planning for our upcoming trip to the south of France.

I know I'm not alone in this. Raise your hand (or, you know, leave a comment) if you've ever experienced those blah days, or weeks, or months. How did you get inspired again? 
Please share your tips, your tricks, your advice. It would be much appreciated! 

Thursday, November 17, 2011

That One Time I was in a Fashion Show

I was looking through old photos
and I stumbled upon a couple from this last spring, when I was able to walk in a fashion show for Cotton, Inc.
It was pretty rad.
Although I never actually got to see photos from the show. Silly showbiz.
I do have these backstage snapshots:

It was a lot of fun and kind of chaotic
running around for fashion changes and what not. 
They murdered the heck out of my hair.
Just murdered it. Laughing maniacally while doing so. Except they didn't really laugh maniacally.
But it did look fab, in a freaky sort of way, thanks to the ladies at P!ay Hair Lounge and Brig Van Osten.
I was really grateful to have such an experience; I met some great people and had a lot of fun!

Monday, November 14, 2011

When The Husband Gets Left Alone With a Camera...

There is mayhem. 
I found these on my camera today. 
At the Green and Gold Ball this past Friday, there was a period of time where I was dancing with some girl friends inside and Steven was outside in the hall with a few of his buddies. Apparently this is what they were up to:

 No other words. 
 hopefully you find this as entertaining as I do. 


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