Monday, September 15, 2014
Last week I called my friend Veronica. She had been anxiously awaiting for my "big paycheck" so that we could sign up to go to a new workout meant to give you a ballerina body. And so I did...I signed up to do the torturous Pure Barre. Lucky, or unluckily, for us, we used to dance. I mean used to...like in high school, and maybe in college, like over 10 years ago. Yeah, that long ago.
Either way, those years of dancing and ballet did nothing for us in the class, because, let's face it, what does barre have to do with ballet? Absolutely nothing! Other than it gives your muscles ballerina-like definition.
Anyhow, my body and my weak little muscles were pushed to the point of the shakes! We weren't even using heavy weights (3lbs for me at most) and I couldn't even hold them without doing Taylor Swift's 'Shake It Off' dance to rest my little muscle fibers. It was all isometric movements. And by that I mean, hold your muscles tight and move them just about an inch up, and an inch down...over and over and over. Yeah...you get the idea. Or another visual for you would be like doing wall sits for forever.
Lucky for me, Megan, the instructor was nice enough to walk around and give Veronica (although she kept calling her Victoria) and I positive feedback. Whew! But still, how does she manage to hold her leg up for such a long time?! Of course, I tried my eagerly best to do every single movement right...and that did that get me?
I couldn't walk, laugh, sneeze, nor cough for 3 days after the class! It was unreal and a great workout. The class doesn't necessarily make you sweat, but if you know me, you know I sweat like a hog. Yeah...big fat hog in a 400 degree brick oven. That's what it felt like. But you know what...it felt good. And like the masochist that I am...I went again today. Not to say I am a masochist again, but I will be going tomorrow to join my friends who couldn't make it today.
Whew...so here it goes...my body feels like total jello! I know you want to try it now...don't you?!
You can look up for a studio near you here: www.purebarre.com
PS-Oh and this was not a sponsored post...I just love the pain that much!
Sunday, September 14, 2014
I know it has taken me a little while, but I do want to give you a glimpse at my trip to St. Augustine, FL for the 4th of July weekend. St. Augustine is definitely a beautiful city and I was happy I was able to enjoy it with my friends, new friends, and hubby dearest. I also got to share some beautiful fireworks in the oldest city in the continental U.S. It is one of the most beautiful fireworks show in Florida and YES you must go see fireworks here!
Below is a photo tour of Castillo de San Marcos, the oldest masonry fort in the U.S.
It was a little bit BLAZING hot and we learned it the hard way. If it was up to me, I probably should have worn my bikini (not that you would want to see me in it) instead of shorts and a tank!
The flags below represent the countries that took hold of Castillo de San Marcos and St. Augustine. The first one on the left being Spain.
And yeah, it was so hot, we had to ration the water and would run to anyone selling it at all times!
Before food, we needed water!! And that's what we drank while viewing the fireworks. Oh yes, and make sure you grab a spot early on behind the Castillo, because it is just a sight to have the fireworks light up the sky just behind it.
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
I have spent two fabulous weeks with family and friends in Peru. We laughed, we cried, we danced, we ate a lot!
The hardest part was definitely saying goodbye to my grandfather. In the last 3 years, his age has taken a toll on him. From one year to the next his ability to walk has almost been taken away. He is beginning to forget things. Maybe it's the fact that I'm older, that I'm grown, or that he is my last grandparent alive and I just want him to be around forever.
I love him. I love the stories they tell me of him since he used to be so strict, but somehow, he had a tender spot for his grand kids. I was his first grandchild, and I love hearing stories of when he would rescue me from my parents when I was getting scolded.
I love his stubbornness, yet I hate that this keeps him from doing things that would probably help him (like using a sturdier cane). I see him now and thank god for the time that we have spent together. Losing my Mama, his wife, was my first big loss. I never forgave myself for not calling her more often. With Nonna (my dad's mom), it was the same. I was lost. But I vow never to do this again. Never to take my family for granted. I have been lucky enough to visit him two years in a row. I hope I can continue to do the same. I don't ever want to feel like I could have done more to see and spend time with him.
Friday, August 8, 2014
My little absence over the past few weeks was due to my fabulous fun filled trip to Peru.
Amongst ruins, history, food, drinking, dancing, and family fun I had the most wonderful time.
I went to visit family last year on my own. This year, I brought hubby with me as I promised him to take him Cusco and Machu Picchu.
I had a great time between learning new things about Peru's history and spending time with old friends and some of my favorite family members, including my grandpa.
And before I go into any further details, I just want to leave you with some photo highlights of my trip. I am in awe as I have not edited any of the pictures
|Blue skies over Plaza de Armas, Cusco|
|Overseeing the fields at Pisac, Cusco|
|At the top of the clouds at Ollantaytambo, Cusco|
|At the market in Pisac, Cusco|
|Admiring the view halfway up Machu Picchu, Cusco|
|Posing for the camera Machu Picchu, Cusco|
|Dining on top of a bathtub filled with goldfish, Fallen Angel, Cusco|
|Barbecue Chicken with Tata!|
|Showing off some ginormous snails used for beauty creams, Chinatown Capon, Lima|
|With my cousins having sushi at Oceanika, San Borja, Lima|
|Sausage fest with the family, Miraflores, Lima|
|Ultimate burgers at Papacho's, Miraflores, Lima|
|Debauchery with cousins and friends at Mamabatata, Chacarilla, Lima|
|Dancing on the hanging bridge, La Cantuta, Chosica, Lima|
|With Tata saying goodbye, San Isidro, Lima|
Stick around because you won't want to miss these adventures!