Pensamientitos

I feel like my days are all just short bursts of thought linked together. Here and there. Pertaining to nothing. or yah know, everything. A running commentary of all things through the eyes of this here Berns. This past weekend I went to Extremadura, a city in Spain. It. was. BEAUTIFUL. Hills and  mountains and green space for as far as the eye can see.  Also, while I sit in class, my mind tends to wander to everything BUT Cervantes. Here are some snip-its of both.

EXTREME-adura HIGHLIGHTS:

1. 10 mile hike. most of which was up hill. but guys. the view of those green, green mountains. no camera could ever capture what we saw or how we felt in the presence of someting so much bigger than us. The sight made you feel humble and giddy at the same time.

2. I ate a doughnut completely covered in chocolate. It was like a Donette but real doughnut size. AND soft in the middle like a Crispy Creme doughnut. Oh yah. Ohhh yah.
3. I listened to Your Favorite Weapon with Long Island native, Elena Veronin on the bus to Extremadura. Then we listened to our all time favorite Brand New songs. Made me think of high school.  Teared up a bit when we listened to Socco Amaretto Lime.  I still like them. After all these years. The No Seatbelt song still reminds me of Jesus. Ps. Jesse Lacey lives down the street from Lena. Oh! and she showed me one of their LONG ISLANDERS inside scoop demos. Yep. You've still go it, Brand New.
4. We went to a Karaoke bar on Saturday. Well, there ended up not being karaoke even after many'a hair tosses and smiles on our end...the bartender was NOT havin it.  But they played a handful of English club/rap songs so there ended up being Kareoke after all.  WE WILL PREVAIL. After a few minutes at the bar, no one was dancing on the giant dance floor.  So Eileen and I, seeing our destiny before us, took the libertud of making that floor feel welcomed. We broke out some fat lady, deer in the headlights, realin in the fish, fork in the blender, and an impromptu matador/bull scenario. Makin mama proud.
5. On the way back from EXTREME-adura, we stopped at a gas station. A) I got Chips Ahoy chocolate chip cookies.  These are the first cookies I've had in Spain. B) I ordered a chicken breast bochadillo (its like a sandwich). I ate the first two pieces of chicken bare (like, took them out of the DRY sandwich) and then decided I wasn't hungry enough to eat the last. I was ELATED when I cut into the third piece, only to find RAW chicken meat. Seriously. Pink. Not just kinda cooked. Like, SERIOUSLY SERIOUSLY uncooked. It was DIVINE INTERVENTION that my hunger disappeared pre-third chicken strip. OR THAT I EVEN THOUGHT TO TAKE THE CHICKEN OFF THE BREAD AND CUT IT UP FIRST. Gosh. Can you even imagine.

Thoughts of the past few days:

-The other day I had THE BIGGEST craving for Luby's.  The food, the atmosphere, the long lines of old people, the deserts made of jello and some other foreign substance.  Everything about it. On that sunny Tuesday afternoon. I. wanted. Luby's.
-I was just thinking of all the things I want to do in life. My thought process was as follows:
     "well ive actually done a lot of the things I wanted to do"
     "besides teach. or be married. or bungee jump. or be on a cheerleading team"
     "but ill probably wait til im older to be on a cheerleading team. not like 40s trying-too-hard-to-maintin-her-youth type of old"
     "ill wait til im a grandma....who doesn't love a cheerleading grandma?"
-We talked about Nicolas Guillen today in my Poesia class. I've never wanted to go to Havana more. And now I have a huge desire to watch Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights
-I just realized that within the next month I will have gone to Portugal, Amsterdam, Prague, Paris, Dublin, Cork, and Gallway. Is this real life?!?!
-When I sit down, my hair goes all the way down to belly button.  Christina Aguilera here I come! Hence the stupid picture. Stupid face. LOOOONG hairs. I braided it on both sides to look like an indian girl from the Western we were watching tonight. A western? in Spanish? Dern tootin.
-buying cookies from the store is pretty much signing your own permission slip to Chunky Town.  Its too much to handle for my "going on an island cruise this weekend" Biddi bikini body.
-writing poetry like Vincent Huidobro makes me feel like Dr. Suess
-Ps. little know fact: I love writing poetry. Especially in Spanish.
-If i could go back in time and be a part of any other decade, ide be a 1950's pin up girl. But a really really classy one. OH! or a flapper.
-by far my favorite time of the day is right after ive woken up, before i get out of bed. I spend my first few moments of the day with my Creator in prayer.
-I want to be Josephine Baker
-I read one of my friend's textbooks from class on our way back from Extremadura.  It was about gender roles in society. I. LOVED.  IT. and didn't want to give it back.  You can take the girl out of the DFST program but you can't take the DFST out of the girl.  It made me really excited for my psycology class in the fall. Perhaps psycology hasn't seen the last of Bernie Beesting Bell.
-I wish I could take every class for the rest of my life with 2 of my Spanish teachers.  They INSPIRE ME. So passionate.  Love what they do. They will be one of the things I miss the most.
-I had a meltdown today in class. Like, trying to wipe away tears while the teacher isn't looking kind of meltdown. Over pronouns. PRO. NOUNS. Yah.
-My new favorite word in Spanish is: sabelotodo.
-Drawers. Cartoonists, furniture, and underpants. Are all drawers.
-The door in our room wants to MAKE SURE YOU KNOW when it is closing and opening every time. Whether its the way you have to slam it to get it to actually shut or the loud series of popping noises it makes as it opens.  It always has something to say.

DEAR SPAIN:

...when you teach your children that C, Z, and S are all pronounced with a "th" sound, it makes it very difficult to teach them simple English words.  But I love volunteering at the school in Bachillera.  Thank you for the joy those children bring to me every week.
...the sun doesn't set here til 9pm. I feel like I have SO much time during the day to get things done. Seriously, shops are closing and I still am ready and willing to run errands. Thank you for the productivity.  

...the reason you are so thin is because you charge $4 for a little cup of ice cream. But way to go, Glen Coco, for portion control. Bikini body thanks you.
...just because it happened within the last 24 hours doesn't mean it happened recent enough to call it the present. I am going to continue to use the Present Perfect (and ignore all vosotros forms) the way my last 9 years of Spanish has taught me. But I appreciate your contribution to the Spanish cause!
...I love your beaches. I SWEAR BY ALL THINGS COPPERTONE that I am getting tanner faster than I ever have before. The Spanish sun is SERIOUSLY  more fierce than the American sun.  Thank you for Cadiz, Matalescañas, and the coast of Portugal
...I was just scared out of my own room by a bee let in from the window. Screens. On the windows. Figure it out.
...just because dogs crap on the sidewalk (which is gross in the first place) doesn't mean grown men can do the same. No buts. No thank yous.
...I adore you.

Ps. while we are on the topic of RANDOM STUFF that floats around in my brain....here is a video I took while riding a camel in Morocco. I forgot to include it when I made my Morocco Post.  I'm pretty annoying. But I speak Camel so, we're golden.


Biddi <3

He loves me through song

Undoubtedly one of the strongest ways Jesus communicates with me and I with him is through song. A song can move and change my heart faster than any sermon (jsyk, I love those too). My favorite part of church is the time when I get to sing to my savior. I LOVE so much that the Village Church does their worship AFTER the sermon as a means of response. Gosh, after hearing about Jesus' love for us for an hour, I LOVE having that outlet to sing praises to Him.

My heart has been held captive while I've been here because I don't have the ability to raise my voice to him.  Because I live in a house with 4 other people, there are few chances to be alone.  I remember a good friend of mine, Yandi, telling me that one day she was so confused or frustrated with her life situation that she just cried out to God. SHOUTED to God audibly in her room.  Put on some music and sang at the top of her little Yandi lungs.  She had a very intimate time with God, just expressing herself to Him.  Which He longs for us, as His children, to do. A few days ago I was in a similar situation and everything in me just wanted to shout to God.  Just to let out whatever was inside that I knew He wanted to hear. My troubles, my fears, my doubts, my frustrations.  I still feel held captive, limited to myself.  An inexpressive Brittney is no Brittney at all.  Would you pray with me that Jesus would 1. give me a place to worship him through song. Give me some time to worship Him through song. 2. That He would show me other ways to express myself to him (like journaling, poetry, or things like that)

This weekend, Jesus spoke straight to my heart. I had just gotten some new music from my roommate, Kerry, and was listening to the whole new musical realm that had opened to me on my way home from Matalescanas.  It was just absolute divine intervention that this song should randomly be shuffled into my ears.  I. felt. alive. "Darling do not fear" speaks straight to the heart of a girl far away from home in a city were she feels she doesn't belong.  I felt so confident that there was little to be afraid of, your God is on your side.... now go, you big silly!

This next one was recommended to me by the ever-wonderful, Jillian Zamora.  Aside from the fact that the video is a bit hokey and it appears more like a concert than an intimate setting to worship the King, I LOVE THE SONG.  Although I may be far from home, He is with me.

Darling do not fear what you don't really know,
Biddi

Pink Pajamas, Penguins on the Bottom (a.k.a. our movie debut)

Well, as soon as we arrived in Morocco, Disney songs flooded our thoughts. Upon walking into our hotel room, one of the first things Kerry said was, "Oh my gosh! I feel like Princess Jasmin!!".  She then told me that when she was little she used to walk around in sweatpants, a bikini top and a high pony, channeling Princess Jasmin.  I told her I would do that every day if I could.  Little did we know, before the end of the trip, we would be restored to our true Arabian Princess beauty in bright blue scarfs, sitting royally upon our noble "camellos".


From Aladdin to the Lion King, not a single song was spared.  On our way from the airport Lena introduced the group to what will now be none as THE song of Morocco; a song that would change our lives forever. "Have you ever heard that if you say 'pink pajamas, penguins on the bottom' it sounds like the beginning of The Circle of Life from the Lion King".  And that was it. Walking down the streets of Morocco....pink pajamas penguins on the bottom.....making our way through the masses at the open market...pink pajamas penguins on the bottom....climbing the Atlas mountains....a louder, prouder rendition of those faithful pink pajamas...showering, swimming, potty-ing....pink pajamas penguins on the bottom.

It only took a few interjections from Eileen and one swift leoness interpretation from Erin to convince me, we HAVE to get this on video.  After multiple dropped hints and finally one shameless 'LOOK WE'RE DOING THIS' on my end, we produced solid gold.  And now, for your Moroccan delight, I give you, Pink Pajamas Penguins on the Bottom"



Director- Kerry Deyo
Background vocals/1950's doo-wop dancing- Elena Veronin
Leonesa-Erin Frick
Vocalist/Julliard graduate- Yours truly
Chous/Rafiki/Lights-Eileen Gudice

Here's to great friends to act da fool with.  Here's to Morocco.
Biddi

God Bless America and Long Live Heinz

I have suddenly be stuck with the biggest bout of patriotism. This conversation seriously just happened between my two roommates, our host parents, and I while at the dinner table:

Kerry goes to get the Ketchup from the refigorator. We were having this egg/potato thing that tastes VERY MUCH like an omlet. A perfectly acceptable reason for a bit of ketchup. Oh no, not here. Not in THIS casa.

Our host mom beings...I'll translate, dont worry...."You girls put Ketchup on everything. It makes everything taste the same. IIIII would never put Ketchup on so many things. I want different tastes.  Everything you eat tastes like Ketchup. IIII'm not accustomed to that.  That is so strange."

Kim: "Well in the United States I guess its just a little more common."

"But you put it on EVERYTHING." (she says with judgmental Spanish eyes.  SHHHEEEE is clearly way too posh for that. We have just been labeled Spanish trailer trash) "I have had other Americans students stay with me and you use more Ketchup than anyone else" (now not only are we Spanish trailer trash, we are 100%, lounging in our own filth, calling each other bubba and kissing our own brothers, American trash)

Kim: "Well, mostly just meat.  Like hamburgers. Or some chicken."

"No. you put it on everything. The food all has the same flavor" (She's not having it. We WILL NOT leave this table until we have been taught a condiment-al lesson) "I dont like it".

Me (trying SO ANGELICALLY to lighten the mood by bringing in a joke, Pat Conroy style): "Well more for us then!"

She was not amused.  A few moments go by in silence. We think the storm has passed. It had merely begun to drizzle...

 "And plus, it will make you fat."

We all heartily disagree with her and tell her that its just Ketchup.  Ketchup will not make us fat.

"Oh, and neither will all the ice cream you eat, huh?"

Oh no she di'int. Thats it. Claws are coming out.

"Thats the problem with Americans.  They say, 'i dont like food with alot of grease in it' but then they eat all this chocolate. Its all fat. It will make you all fat.  I don't eat food like that.  In Spain, we don't eat like that."

Now I understand that on a normal day, MAYBE, PERHAPS, GIVEN THE RIGHT TIMING, I would have POSSIBLE understood her ridiculously inappropriate bashing on American's and how unhealthy we are, let's admit, we eat some crappy stuff sometimes.  But when you are blatantly bashing the food I am CURRENTLY EATING, right now, IN MY MOUTH. And telling me that I am the poster child for a fat, stupid American.  Golly, lady.  Then she starts in again.

"and McDonalds.  You Americans eat McDonalds all the time.  Children eat that stuff.  As a treat from their parents.  Children eat Ketchup."

In a manner at which to say 'I am certifiably done with the conversation and I'm about to squirt that Ketchup straight into my mouth in protest of your Anti-American pretentious Spanish attitude' I added: "One time I went to McDonalds twice in one day."

As we were getting up from the table, feeling attacked and bewildered at the Catillian crap that had just been flung on our Red-White-and-Blue, Apple Pie, Pledge allegiance saying, 'from the lake of Minnesota to the hills of Tenessee' singing customs, Kerry Deyo said it best:

"You can shit on me, but you can't shit on my country"

Then we retreated to our room and sang along to God Bless America via Youtube.

Dear Spain,
I am trying my hardest to learn your language, your customs, and your culture.  I smile at you and try to make sweet conversation.  I walk on the wrong side of the sidewalk for you. I go out of my way to avoid the kamikaze piles of dog crap you leave all along the sidewalk.  I wear tights with my shorts and have retired my sneakers to try and fit in fashionably.  I TRY. The LEAST YOU COULD DO was let me eat my freaking Ketchup in peace.

God Bless America,
Brittney

Get Ready!!!

Here is a little SNEAK PEAK of what you can expect within the next few days from our "UNTIL NOW" videos!

Biddi

I HAVE NOT BEEN AVOIDING YOU!!

Gosh, bloggie. Bloggie Bloggerson. Blogston McBlog. I just want everyone to know that I HAVE NOT been INTENTIONALLY avoiding updating you on all things Spain.  I had this GREAT idea that I was going to share all the videos I had taken so far on this here blog. HOWEVER, I have since then run into MANY'A problem in my quest to do so. I think I have it all figured out but I still need just a PINCH more time. HOKAY?! In the mean time, feel free to look at these cute little balls of joy. FACT: late at night when I can't sleep, when I am trying to avoid studying, or on a rainy day here in Spain (which is like every other day ps.) I mosey on over to cuteoverload.com, the home of the following pictures. Try not to squeal in utter amazement at the most precious specimens of all around cuteness on the whole dern planet. I double dog dare you.

Golden Retriever, my dream pup of choice.

Little known fact: Spain is CRAWLING with the CUTEST most Stop, Stare, and Pet pups that there ever did live. I seriously went home and looked up the word "to pet" so I could learn how to say "Can I pet your dog". AND THEN made up a song about it so that I WOULD NOT FORGET how to say it. It is THAT imperative. They also have alot of babies. Like, no so much any 4-11 year olds (I seriously don't know where they go. Kind of concerned. but then I see another baby and forget all about them). Just babies. and toddlers. everywhere. Babies and puppies? Around every corner? I'm in Spanish heaven.


Bernie Beesting "can I please pet your dog and hold you baby....perhaps simultaneously" Bell

Venga! Vamos!

Well, its raining GATOS y PERROS a fuera.  In Spanish, the phrase "The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plane" from My Fair Lady translates to, "La lluvia en Sevilla es una maravilla". I got a little picha happy with the lluvia.

alright guys, lets get real.  It's list making time.  Probably my most favorite time of the day. Here are some lists I am working on right now.


Weird things about Spain:
1. They don't have "door close" buttons in the elevators.  So if your having a bad day and don't want to talk to the person associated with the *clip clap* you hear coming around the corner or you're trying to push your roommate out of the elevator so they have to walk 6 flights of stairs, not gonna happen baby.
2. There is always a 50/50 chance the public restroom you are about to walk into doesn't have a toilet seat.  I dont know why, I don't know how.  Possibly to ensure optimum level of squattie potti-ers?  Maybe breaking a toilet seat is some sort of weird initiation to a teenage gang of toilet vigilantes.  Either way, count on working those thigh muscles.
3. They eat breakfast at like 8am.  Lunch at 2pm (no earlier and sometimes later).  And dinner at 9:30pm (again, no earlier).
4. They eat sandwiches like they are GOING OUT OF STYLE.  QUICK! WHATEVER YOU HAVE IN YOUR HAND, PUT IT BETWEEN TWO PIECES OF BREAD TO MAKE IT EDIBLE!
5. That being said, there are starches EVERYWHERE. Bread, french fries, potatoes GALORE. with every meal. Oh and no butter.  anywhere. not. a. drop.  They put oil on their bread instead. OH! and oil on their salads.  Like, that is the dressing.
6. I cant decide if this goes under the "weird' or "good" category.  I guess it just depends on the day.  But there is A LOT of walking.  I have a 30 minute walk to class everyday.  And then you walk to wherever you want to go in the city.  And then you walk home.  Haha, my roommates and I have become very familiar with the shops next to our house.
7.  There is a McDonalds right next to our house AND another one on our way to school.  It has become my food safe haven for bad days or after meals where the animal I am eating is looking back at me. Oh and they serve Nutella with the apples. oooooh, nutella.
8.  Spanish women are all about being beautiful.  I know, that should be a great thing right?! Well, they are NOT into being "CUTE".  Therefore, no cute little sweatpants or hair bows.  No sparkle headbands or caricature adorned Deliah's shirts in sight.
9.  Did i mention its like WILDLY unfathomable to walk down the street in sweats?  Sorry all you VS Pink fans.  The first week I was sick, I damned the man by wearing pajama pants and my cowgirl booties to the grocery store right next to my house.  re-bel.
10.  The stores close at WEIRD hours.  A MAJORITY of them are open in the morning, close from around 3-6pm (for siesta) and then re-open again for a few hours.  HOWEVER, some of them just close WHENEVER THEY WANT.  AND they don't post the store hours ANYWHERE.  "Umm yah, lets be open from 6:34AM to about 12:50pm.  Re-open at 1:15pm and when we see the girls from apartment 6A coming, we turn the lights off and hide."  As my roommate so eloquently put it, "Its like Spain doesn't want us in their country but is trying to be really subtle about it.  Like 'we'll let you in, but we're not going to tell you when any of our stores are open.  You just have to guess'."  Sojourner truth.
11. They dont snack here.  Like at all.  Ever.
12.. I never REALLY know what I am ordering at restaurants.  I find myself spending money on little surprises.  So far I haven't had too bad of an experience with the quality of what I order.  However, there have been MANY times where I order something and it is either WAY BIGGER or WAY SMALLER than I anticipated.  For instance, when the roomies and I searched forever to find a Tex-Mex restaurant for an enchilada only to be given what looked more like a pasta dish with a ton of melted mozzarella cheese in a tiny little bowl.  Like, baby....dassss not an enchilada.
13. On that note, I never really know what I am getting at the grocery store either.  The other day I bought "original' flavored yogurt.  Ok, "original" does not mean "NOT!!!".  It tasted like sour creme.  And my host mom said it's supposed to taste like that. I gifted the rest of the pack to her.
14. The money conversion is 1 euro=$1.33333. That means for every $100 you take out of the
bank, you loose $30 right then and there.  It just evaporates into Spanish air.
15. Movies don't come out here for a really really long time.  Like, Tangeled is just now hitting theaters.  I saw a "coming soon" ad for Black Swan this morning on my way to school.
16.  People still answer me in English.  Like, I'll ask for directions or algo asi, and instead of answering me in Spanish like I would prefer, they pick up on the accent and answer me in English.  It was extremely insulting at first.  But I have come to terms with the fact that they don't mean to be rude, they are just trying to help me understand in English.

Some of the girls and I at Bachillerra, the school where we volunteer!

Wonderful surprises:
1. There are babies EVERYWHERE.  One day, probably like our first day in Spain, I said, "you know what, I haven't seen ANY pregnant women or babies ANYWHERE".  And then BOOM.  As if i had wished those suckers into existence, Babies R Spain. Everywhere.  And because Spain is so dern fashionable, every single one looks like a tiny little fashionista.  I want to shop where they shop.
2. I practice my Spanish ALLL the time.  Spanish is everywhere! I try and listen to everyone I pass. creeper creepin? yes.  creeper learnin? ooooh yah.
3. I started volunteering at an elementary school.  A group from my program and I go down to this school and teach them English every Tuesday.  We just had an orientation this week but we will meet the kids and everything next week.  I'm pretty sure I'm going to fall in love.
4.  I don't have to buy any books for my classes!  The one book I thought I was going to have to buy is a small paperback novel and I ended up finding it on the API bookshelf.
5.  Our host mom, Fina, is a really good cook.   I mean, I'm no expert of Spanish food, but she makes some pretty awesome soup.  AND she will make us American food every once in a while.  Last night we had Cheeseburgers and french fries.
6. Spanish TV plays alot of American movies in English that I had forgotten about.  We watched Ace Ventura: When Nature Calls and one of the Bourne movies the other day.
7.  Our host dad, Eloy, is REALLY funny.  The other day Fina was telling him that he had his glasses on crocked.  He put up such a fight, telling her that one of his eyebrows was just lower than the other.  And just now, as I am sitting on the patio typing this, he came outside and was shocked that I was outside (isn't a little post-rain cold).  I told him I had two jackets on so I didn't feel cold.  I coughed to clear my throat a few minutes later and I hear him from inside the house saying, "ooooooooooh....you're getting cooooooooooooold" haha, he cracks me up.
8.  It is perfectly acceptable to take a nap in the middle of the day.  In fact, most people do.  You are not lazy or a bum.  You're just a Spaniard.

9.  I have finally found a way to sound like a Spaniard.  It's just by repeating a phrase I learned from some boys on the street. You just throw your head back, mix a little bit of "drunk girl" with a dash of "Spaniard" and say, "oooooh myyyyy goooooooaaaaooshhh, wheeeeeereeee aaaareee yooouu frrroooooooom". and if your feelin REALLY Spanish you add, "yoooou liiiiike to paaaarrtyyyyyy?!?!".  I had to come all the way to Spain to learn an English phrase in order to sound Spanish. Cute.
10. Everyone here looks like me.  So I'm not the random white girl on the street.  This can also lead to strange situations.  When you are CERTAIN that a person is going to speak English, and then Spanish word vomit.
11.  I can sit on our patio and think. or write. or listen to music. or people watch. there is much to view from the sixth floor.

Foods I miss:
-mashed potatoes
-watermelon
-strawberries
-berries in general
-eggs
-mexican food (specifically anything from Taco Bueno. "blah blah blah something about how Taco Bueno isn't real Mexican food".  It is when you don't have it for months)
-fast and cheap food (again, Bueeeeeno)
-cinnamon rolls (specifically the orange flavored ones from Pillsbury..ahhhhhh)
-chicken and dumplings



What to do with my life when I graduate:
1. Well I could look into seminaries.  I could stay at home and go somewhere close to Arlington.  Or I could see what it would be like to go to one a bit further away like Truett.  I could go straight into it next Spring or could wait a semester and start in the fall.
2. I could become a substitute teacher.  This is could do a bit while i was still in school in the fall and while I am still working for the ever-wonderful (AND EVER-MISSED) Pledger family.  I have been considering teaching elementary Spanish so this would be a great transition.
3. I could get my teacher's certification.  This would lead me in the direction of beginning a career as a Spanish teacher Fall 2012.  I'de like to stay around the DFW area if I did that though.  Stay at home for a bit while I got my bearings.
4. Marry Chris Brown.

Reasons I love my roommates:
1. Kerry likes to randomly through spanish words in her sentences.  Por ejemplo, "thats just something we're going to have to cambiar".  "are you making divertido of me?" "well, im just going to have to mirar at it." "Me gusta estos hamburgesas porque no tiene bastante grasa.' "Did something paso?!" There are more, I just can't fink of them.
2. we have successfully looked up two american movies online and had 2 girls nights.
3. Being woken up in the middle of the night by either one of them to tell me some random story they JUST thought of or to have a little late night thinking H2H.
4.  They are into Don Diego as much as me.  Don Diego is a diner/chocolate place right next to our house were we go for many a midnight chocolate run. And the woman that works there said I had a really good Spanish accent.
5. I have two other people to help me 1. translate our host parents spanish and 2. figure out how to say certain words.  The other day, when i was like ON MY DEATH BED, Fina was saying something to me and I just looked at her in amazement and then called for Kim.  Haha.
6. We celebrate every American holiday together!  We even got to watch the Super Bowl!

Yah, that's butter on top. Hahaha. And coconut in the middle. Dear Don Diego, be my Valentine.

 

Happy (late) Valentines Day, everyone!

Biddy