All posts tagged: Wanderlust

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Finding ‘wings': Life after a 4-can-a-day Red Bull habit

As of today it’s been four months since I’ve had a Red Bull. To understand why the the 27th of December, 2012 is an important date to commemorate is to know the following: I’ve tried to give up my Red Bull habit more than 5 times since I started drinking them in 2006 After 2006 my weight began to creep steadily upward to scale numbers I never imagined I’d see A conservative estimate of my annual Red Bull purchases comes to almost $3200 My adult skin acne issues were becoming much like if not worse than my teenage skin issues The janitor at work who didn’t know me enough to tell me when I first started, would take out my garbage and tell my co-workers that he was afraid for my life upon seeing 3-4 empty cans More exhausted than ever, I don’t think that I ever felt the much ballyhooed ‘wings’ they promised The last half of 2012 was a time of many transitions in my life. A time to stop just throwing things …

Ana Maria Soto

From traveling the world to ensuring its access to education

One of the greatest things about life is that it’s sometimes surprising. A great example of that are the people who come in and out of your life. One minute you’re meeting someone new, and a year and a dozen cups of coffee later, you have a dear friend. Such is the case for my friendship with the great Ana Maria Soto. We started and ended a job at the same company on the same days and became great friends in the process, bonding over our common views of the world, backgrounds in higher education, and our penchant for ensuring that life wasn’t all work and no play. But it’s not just our commonalities that made us friends, for me–a girl with wanderlust–there’s an admiration for someone who has an incredible story. She knows the world, not only because she’s read about it, but because she’s lived it with years in countries such as Ecuador, El Salvador, and Spain just to name. She’s a networker, a connector, and an education expert. She’s “La College Guru” …

I ♥ NYC!

A new friend who writes here took on the challenge of writing something, anything for 30 days during the month of April: National Poetry Month. I thought it would make for an interesting challenge so I decided to take it on as well, though I am five days late. I got a few of our Being Latino writers involved to help with accountability as I am notorious for breaking promises to myself, but too embarrassed to not come through for others. As CCO, what better way to help develop our writers’ skills than to take them on this journey with me. The preceding is merely an introduction, my journey begins below… ________________________________________________________________ I was in New York City a few weeks ago. Though I had been there for a long weekend a few years ago, this trip was different. I was feeling first-date butterflies. As crazy as it may seem to an outsider, to me the nervousness made perfect sense. I had fallen in love with a group of people over the internet and I …

‘Cause I’m a gypsy…

In the fall of 2003 I had the opportunity to travel to Spain for 10 days. Having grown up with the last name Juliá, not a common Puerto Rican name to be sure, I’d been told that it had its roots in Spain and France and though Spanish was just one part of those roots, I was beside myself at the opportunity to explore them. I fell in love with the country, specifically Madrid where we stayed, as soon as we left the airport for our hotel. My 10 days visit was spent trying to figure out how I would move there. But in retrospect, it wasn’t the lure of Spain that called to me, after all, I had the same feelings about Florence, Italy the year before. In fact, it’s how I have felt about almost every place I’ve ever visited. From visiting my birth town of Rochester, New York—a place I never really knew—to Boulder, Colorado, to Miami, Florida; every place I’ve ever visited has been like holding a blouse up to my …

My Caguas, Puerto Rico

My mind is way too all-over-the-place right now to even attempt writing. Well, I’ve attempted it, but it’s not working out right now. So instead of words, I will share my memories of a beautiful place called Caguas, Puerto Rico. The town I hold dear to my hear as it holds my family and many beautiful memories. Click to enlarge and enjoy…              

(Not So) Wordless Wednesday- Roots

(Not So) Wordless Wednesday- Roots

As I spend more time in Puerto Rico I learn a little more about my roots from my Dad’s stories.  My last name Juliá (notice the accent on the a) has Spanish and French roots.  Though we’ve never done much genealogy work my Dad has said that for years.  When I traveled to Spain in the Fall of 2003 I made it my mission to find out something about where we come from.  It turns out that we have some roots in Toledo, Spain and lo and behold look what I saw and was able to photograph upon our arrival there. Very exciting indeed, but the best part…being able to show my Dad the proof that he was right along :)

Confusion

I am lost, left wandering in this unfamiliar place wondering if I will ever fit in. But must I fit in if I am made to be me, to stand out? This indecision, this confusion they are overwhelming me; attacking my soul, taking over my spirit, creating a me I don’t want to be. The guilt of here or there of knowing someone will be sad is too much to bear, and I don’t want to be the cause of someone else’s pain.  So I seek peace and clarity and ask them to embrace me, wrap me in their strength, help me recognize what is right, know what is next, and lead me to the path that will take me to where I should be, to where I live my life for me.