Puerto Rico

3 12 2009

Photographer Elliot Erwitt was 26 when his photographs were featured in a promotional campaign for travel to Puerto Rico. More than 55 years later, he has visited Puerto Rico again. This time, the campaign includes a website, seepuertorico.com.
Puerto Rico
The photos are fascinating. Ewitt has managed to portray  Puerto Rico in a refreshing light, and has included many integral aspects of what makes us who we are. They remind me of home, and it is like I can almost feel the salt from the sea in my hair, the sun beating down on the streets, the humidity in the air, the sound of a night in Old San Juan.

Here you can read the NY Times article.





Old loves are forever….

9 09 2009

San Francisco, we met exactly 10 years ago, and it was love at first sight. Maybe it was the interesting way in which you carried yourself, a mix of foreign and forbidden, or maybe it was all the beers. In any case, your lack of inhibitions and your fabulous architecture were certainly a reason to come back to you. And I did. But it has been too long. Things have changed.

Remember the time when we had Starbucks for Thanksgiving because by the time I got there everything was closed? or the time we walked around until our feet hurt, just to find that tower? How about the time German gave us a narrated tour that included some of my favorite beers? And who can forget the countless trips from Sacramento just to have lunch and shop around?

Ah, but the lack of traveling this summer has been fortunate, for you seem like the perfect idea to say hello to the change of seasons, to celebrate the New Year, and to recharge my drained energy reserves. This time things are different. Flying with me is a boy who constantly makes me laugh, a boy who sees the world with a different perspective, and who inspires my creativity.

But that is not the only thing. I have changed. Since the last time I saw you. For starters, I am more aware. Of my surroundings, my interactions, my desires, my aspirations. Now I take more pictures, I enjoy solitude, I am slowly, becoming the person I always knew I wanted to be.

San Francisco

San Francisco

I can’t wait for you to see my life right now.





back to the H-wood…

5 05 2009

Well, more like back in Orange County, but you get the idea.. Nothing like coming home to the beach to ease the pain of leaving my island once again. And since I always fail to properly document my vacations on my blog, here are a few pics to get me started…

Day 1

My friends dragged me to an Agriculture Fest.. in the new Botanic Garden

with Eric

It was hot and crowded, but we had some of these

Medalla..

and I got to spend time with the girls, and the new baby

Ivana

and this poor calf almost falls off that truck as we were leaving

I would so take you home with me

Day 2

I was stuck in meetings all day, but in the evening, we went to a few bars

Chillin

And dude, isn’t this the smartest homeless ever??

smart homeless

Day 3

San Juan

Since everyone seemed to be working, I spent the day in Old San Juan shooting pics

La Puerta de San Juan

This place is so magical…

Paseo la Princesa

I went countless times here as a kid to feed the pigeons…

Pigeons

Catedral de San Juan

I grew up here, between an ocean and the Caribbean, with the salt of the sea permanently stuck to my soul…






Flying all night…

24 04 2009

Tonight I leave for Puerto Rico. TWO weeks away from my doggies… but not going was out of the question. I mean, as much as I adore them, how would I trade two weeks under the sun, drinking beers at the beach, taking pictures of the two new babies, spending quality time with my mom and grandma, and just chilling for two weeks working like a madman here?? Exactly. Here is a pic of my island, to calm my anxiety to get there….

The view from el Morro into La Perla
and I got lucky, and as of right now, they upgraded me to first class because of my frequent flier status..






The Arabian Gulf… or how I began the year

30 01 2009

After almost killing myself working during Christmas, the time to leave for the trip came… I found myself running around like crazy, forgetting a million things (including the usb drives), barely sleeping, living in two time zones once again, tired, stressed, wishing I had two more days to finish things and concerned that I was going to miss my flight…

But the day came, and because I am lucky to have the best friends, Channe came over to help me pack, clean my house, give me support, share some wine, and drive me to LAX…

And a few days later, I was in Dubai…







I was hoping to find more desert, a more “Arabic” experience… Instead I found myself surrounded by the tallest buildings, one way “freeways”, lack of parking space, shopping malls bigger than my city, tourist “tours”, random workers that only spoke english, or Urdu, Tagalog, and Punjabi… The Emiratis were a rare group, rarely seen out on the streets… They wore the traditional Desert clothes, and could be found carrying their kids, while their wives spent a fortune on clothes meant to be seen only by them… They were warm and friendly, and surprisingly accessible, even to me as a single women…. and not only them, but all the muslims I encountered… It is almost like they shared the same relaxed attitude of someone that is on vacation… they went on with their lives, thankful to be there, happy about the diversity, curious about our upbringing, but, more importantly, eager to tell me about where they came from…





Thanksgiving..

5 12 2008
I was 13 years old, my parents frustrated with our inability to sit still in class… After many therapist visits, hour long conversations, and countless meetings with our teachers, they decided to find us a better school… So there I was… beginning high school away from the familiar… but we all know how I thrive in those kind of environments, the kind where I get to reinvent myself.. so it didn’t take long for me to make a few friends (and a bunch of enemies)… and then, somehow, one day I was part of this group… a group of people that not only loved my crazy, but complemented it… this people became my lifeline, my escape… With them I’ve experienced everything, from school night partying until 4am, to getting the highest test scores, from drunken weekends, to all of them being the most successful, happy people I know, from breakups, cross-country moves, college, tears, kids, holidays, secrets, boyfriends, fights, the best road trips, tons of wine, and everything in between..When Frances told me last year that she was getting married, to Joel, whom she has been dating (on and off, I should said) since we were in High school, I was sooooo happy.. and then a few months later, she calls to tell me that she is pregnant… and then, a month later, that Chachi is pregnant… and that I would not be a maid of honor because she knows I don’t really like those things?? OMG, I HAD to fly home…and Fari got me a KILLER dress…and we had been drinking since Friday
It was the BEST Thanksgiving weekend of my life…

…here we are again… 14 years later

some new people that feel like they’ve been here all along, Lori’s girls, trips, the boys, their girlfriends (whom I absolutely ADORE), a few marriages, Hollywood, Law school, oil spills and frequent flier miles between us… but it still feels like we are 13…
So when I think about what I’m grateful in life… besides my family, all the incredible experiences I have been blessed with, my friends here, who have also made me a part of their lives, and my choices, good or bad, but mine… I think of these guys first.. because they have made me who I am.. because every moment we spend together feels like warm summer nights in San Juan, of beach days, of dinners, of happiness, of drunken afternoons, of that special bond of growing up in the same place that we will share forever…




Back to the desert…

25 11 2008

We have been talking about this for a while, and today I finally got us tickets to travel to Dubai… Dubai people, like, in the Middle East..We will be presenting in a conference there in January, and then I am taking a few days off to go to Paris… I am so beyond excited, although I know that this means sleepless nights and extensive meetings for all the holiday period. Things have been tough lately at work, but I have to appreciate that we are still busy, and expanding, considering the mess the world’s economy is in… and the fact that I get to chose my projects, and I am doing something I REALLY LOVE… Plus, as much as I complain, there are perks, like the trips, and the experience, and the meetings, and the fact that my boss trusts me enough to put me in charge of operations like this…and in case I need a vacation from this trip, I will be spending four days in Paris on my way back…

It was so hard to choose, because I could technically go anywhere in Europe… But, north of France it will be too cold, Greece?, too risky, fuck I call Greece when I am drunk HERE, god knows I would have just made my way to his village after few ouzos, and Italy? A bit out of the way… The other option was Madrid, but Paris was easier logistically, and way cheaper.. and besides, it might be dangerous to go to Spain alone, I might fall in love with the… ahhh.. buildings.. and then have to stay there 😉

So get ready to hear a lot of complaints about my lack of time, a lot of travel planning ideas which I won’t be able to fit into two weeks, and my usual random stories… Oh, and I am leaving for PR on Thursday!!! but more on that later…