I started the first day of the year like this…
Yesterday I got some Costa Rican coffee and was like Gollum from LOTR, waiting for the morning for a cup of my “precious” coffee.. this you see here is the typical Costa Rican way of making it, boiling water is just poured in, this particular way makes the whole house smell like coffee, brings memories of childhood, of trips around the country when you feel incredibly happy to find a place they pour coffee on the table for you..I could seriously go on..
While having my coffee I decided to write a little about these last few days
I spent December moving stuff into my house…
Arranging and arranging, buying little zip lock bags, boxers, arranging, by color, by type.. arranging the tools, hanging photos on the walls, making this place my own.
Then by the middle of the month a wave of food came by, and I had no choice but to eat it all…
I just love trying new food and one of the great things about living in another country is discovering all kinds of favorite things..
Plus I’m extremely lucky, H. likes to cook and he makes beauties like this..
If you want to see more photos look at this album..
But to be honest with you I had way too many of these platters in front of me and they are the ones responsible of me stepping out in the cold streets and running every other day.
Little by little I am getting ready for my shop to open, making some new pieces, I apologize ahead for the poor quality of the photo but I took it right after finishing tonight.
2011 was a year of many lessons, which I will not take for granted, as for this new year, all I want is health, make the best jewelry that I can, seeing more of Spain, and always remembering what really is important and living as humble as I can, being grateful for the opportunities life gives us every day..
2011 was a year of sacrifices, 2012 will be one of enjoying everything around me.
As much as I love changes and places, today I can tell you I am happy where I am , with who I’m with and what I am doing, and not having that self-pressure of “What’s next?” is the best feeling I’ve ever had.