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The Two Month Hop

Posted on January 18, 2014

This is my unloading of two months worth compilation of cell phone camera shots from my resent visit home.
IMG_1945IMG_1944It started to look a lot like Christmas and feel a lot like a long wish list. Not ideal.
IMG_1943 IMG_1942My brother Nico did most of the construction of this lovely restaurant in DC. Love the art deco ceilings!
IMG_1948At the National Art Gallery in DCIMG_1929 IMG_1927 Clyfford Still paintingsIMG_1930 IMG_1931Mr. GoghIMG_1923IMG_1924IMG_1925Edgar Degas and his never boring ballerinasIMG_1926IMG_1921

At the Hirshhorn Museum DC
IMG_1786There she is
IMG_1762My sisters’ cozy shire and her little monster, Lili. Fran is crazy about puzzles (sudden obsession) she has even bought a table just to give into her guilty pleasure. Every day she’d make me sit and do my ‘puzzle duty.’ I did put together some peaches from her Flower & Fruits still life jigsaw puzzle. I can be a good sister when I want to ūüôāphoto (18)
California was our last stop before heading back to Calcutta. We had our share of delicious Mexican cuisine.IMG_2112I present you Luxe. Even though she suffered from quite a severe case of ‘kisslicking’ she sure made us feel loved and welcomed.IMG_2110 IMG_2094 IMG_2048 IMG_2041


Posted on December 9, 2012

A babe born in a manger, a piece of chocolate (something) handy, or an attempt to Martha Stewaring. Oh it all comes so suddenly and possessively (with eyes wide open on the ssessively part)

I wouldn’t change a thing, well maybe the shopping part.

There is much to celebrate.

At least that’s what I think.

For an instant life is sweeter, yet some things are still melancholic. We may look backwards, or maybe forwards, but the thing is.. regardless of direction, we are looking and we looking for something.
I don’t know.. it might just be. Love.


“He came upon a midnight clear*
From angels bending near the earth,
To touch their harps of gold
With peaceful wings unfurled,
their heavenly music floats
O rest beside the weary road,
And hear the angels sing!
When peace shall over all the earth
Its ancient splendors fling,
And the whole world give back the song
Which now the angels sing”
*Paragraphs from the gorgeous and well known hymn, I betcha you know it.

Some of these photos are from last year which I melancholically unfilled just because.


Posted on July 20, 2012

It¬†occurred¬†to me that I have not shown you (lovely ones that by intention or accident look, read or skim through this blog,¬†and¬†while I am at it– if I have not said get ready because I will now– I feel¬†completely¬†weirded out, yet extremely honored that someone other than I might be reading this. It seems I have¬†*moved on* from the heart-shaped lock and tiny-key to keep my life archived and have momentarily switched to more modern ways of communication. Sooo, thank you for passing through!). So in what was I.. ah yes, I have not shown you beautiful people parts of my¬†living space or what is left of it after all the cropping into the smallest squares(cuadros). I like the mystery. Ok. So maybe I…


Posted on May 1, 2012

“we left our house but not our home” were the words Aaron used when he embraced me as we sat on the guest bed on our first day in Calcutta. The air from the ceiling fan dried the the sweat on my forehead, I felt exhausted, but with Aaron by my side, I felt at home. ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† 102F temperature and close to 20 billion people in a beautiful burst of color, ingenuity and utter rawness, we cannot help but feel completely overwhelmed, and yet have a sense of fulfillment. The Hope Foundation¬†has welcomed us with open arms, we have an awesome Irish dude, Enda, who is helping us get…

almost nothing

Posted on March 4, 2012

  I feel slightly-bad-leaning-toward-guilty about the fact that I ¬†spent most of the day at home when it was sunny outside–¬†practically¬†a miracle in seattle’s winter. well it is Saturday after all. it doesn’t take much for me to stay home either; those who know me well, know I most of the time prefer to stay at home over making elaborated ‘going out’ plans–an utterly lazy approach if you ask me; there is a world of beauty outside these four walls.   so if you, like me, spent an¬†excessively¬†leisurely day at home, you might also be experiencing the regrets.           Oh well. c’est la vie. ¬† ¬† ¬†

things we leave behind

Posted on February 24, 2012

… attachment to a thing, what is it about it that makes us so superficially happy, at least for a second. we blanket ourselves with it, we move it around. we like it. period. when aaron and I move to india at the end of march, we will take two bags each. shove all we can on those two bags each. and i say ‘each’ a lot, because the very thought of it is already depriving me from sinking myself in them again, and again. things I have so¬†eagerly¬†accumulated over the past year. gone, at least for a while. and i am not unique that i like to create an space around me that i enjoy. it is a god given (something). nevertheless, this…