For my husband’s 33rd birthday, I wanted to do something different and unique.
With a baby, going away for an overnight isn’t such a feasible thing (I trust our babysitter but overnight is a big responsibility and I’m not quite ready for that just yet). I didn’t want to get a traditional gift, and he owns everything he could ever need.
I knew the best gift we could give one another was time together.
(T-4 months til this MBA business is behind us!)
So I did some hunting online and discovered that a modern Italian restaurant in town (Zazio’s) does a monthly cooking class where, with the help of the restaurant’s executive chef, you learn how to cook and prepare a four-course meal … and then eat it, all the while, drinking wine. Sounds good to me!!
Confession: I’m fat in one of my favorite photos, and I’m not afraid or embarassed to share it with you today. The photo you’ll see in this entry means the world to me, embodying everything I want to be–regardless of my size.
The fall of 1999, I studied abroad in Buenos Aires, Argentina, one of the most amazing experiences of my life. While I loved every inch of Argentina, my host family and my university, I wanted to explore more of South America.
I’d dreamed of traveling to Peru and visiting Machu Picchu ever since I started taking Spanish classes my freshman year of high school. Everything about it just mesmerized me, and when the opportunity to go to Peru arose that semester abroad, four friends and I jumped on it.
We plotted and planned for weeks, and before we knew it, we were on a Lloyd Air Boliviano flight from Buenos Aires to La Paz, Bolivia, where our trek to Peru would begin (via Lake Titicaca, straddling both Peru and Bolivia, and Cuzco, the ancient Incan capital).