Happy New Year 2007!!!

It is a reflective day for me. I don't usually make New Year's resolutions because I feel that year-round I am already trying to work on myself or get things done to enrich my life.

This past year a lot has happened. This year I really worked on my health. My thoughts. I got to travel a lot (Maui, Oahu, Grand Canyon, Sedona, Lake Tahoe, and Peru). I let go and moved on from an almost 5 year relationship with a very sweet ex boyfriend and when (and where) least expecting it: met an extraordinary and challenging man who has changed my entire outlook on relationships and my responsibilities within one.

With that said, I can undoubtedly state that it's been over a decade that I have had so much to look forward to and so many changes and things to accomplish this coming year.

But no festivity is worth it without my family and someone I trust to share it with. So, I stay alone tonight with my thoughts and prayers for my sister, Sylvia, her husband, Tim and the kids who got in a bad car accident last night returning from northern California and for the safe arrival in a couple days of my dearest Patrick and his daughter Ciara from Ireland.

May God Bless us all, our country, the military fighting overseas and all the beautiful children and animals around us!

Cheers!

Body by Bikram

I have a new love. It is a lot of work. Takes a lot of commitment. Requires major physical and emotional stamina. It's really good for me. And, oh yeah, it makes me hot all over.

I am, of course, referring to Bikram Yoga. (Shoot, I'm a good Catholic girl - get your head outta the gutter!)

Anyhew, when I first met Patrick he was attending this yoga school in Old Town. Too bad that I am partly responsible for his stopping it - but how could he resist giving up any free time at all once he fell for my big bedroom eyes??? ha ha

In any case, last week we decided we both have let ourselves get out of shape enough for a return to the yoga school and he took me with him. Now, I have off and on done yoga and pilates for the past 4 years. But I have never done Bikram yoga - which is executed in 120 degree heat and humidity. And I've never done a 90 minute class - shoot, the 60-minute ones were hard enough.

I have to tell you, Patrick gave me the whole spiel about how to lay down and miss a posture if you are feeling sick or dizzy, and how you need to bring a gallon of cold water, and wear next-to-nothing since you sweat so much, blah blah blah. It ended up being him sitting out some poses and dying in class. (tee hee hee).

This class was one of the most difficult and rewarding physical things I have ever attempted. I highly recommend it to anyone who wants to do something wonderful for their body and mind. But be warned: you sweat an insane amount, get a voracious appetite afterwards and don't plan on doing anything afterwards because you will be knocked off your feet. "Namastay" :)

Old Broad Modeling Alert!

I did a couple tv news modeling segments this week for San Diego's Fashion Valley stores. We were modeling choices for the New Years holiday. I'd like to point out that what was supposed to be a segment with several models aged 28-40 ended up being aged 19-25.

And then there was me. ....At 34.

Watch below the videos to get some pointers in New Years Eve glam gowns!
click here for the KUSI one.
or
here for the Fox news one.

Dreamgirls Movie a dream role for Jennifer Hudson

Ok, after a few failed attempts I finally went to see the movie based on the Broadway musical, "Dreamgirls". Now as a little preface: I have done professional musical theater acting for some years and have a college degree in vocal performance. I take my performing seriously and admit to being a critic of others' performances. It's very constructive for my own performance level to see as many good and bad performers as possible. You really can learn a lot by watching others. You see what works and doesn't.

So, back to the movie. I went with my old high school boyfriend, Joey and his lovely wife, Mary. Joey and I went to see the musical onstage back in high school in the 80s, so it was a treat to see it and discuss it in length since we know it so well.

First of all: I loved the movie. I really enjoyed it! I think that director, Bill Condon (who did the "Chicago" movie as well) did a fantastic job transferring it to the big screen. The costumes, wigs and makeup of the 60s and 70s were pure eye candy! The women looked ridiculously FABULOUS!!!

Second of all: I loved the casting. Now, I am a STICKLER for casting. I have seen casting mishaps in TV shows, movies and theater my whole life. Casting can be so political at times: it definitely is NOT always about talent. That said, I completely agree with the casting for this movie. Every single role was played by the appropriate looking and talented actor. Let's face it: pop star Beyonce as pretty girl, if slightly less talented singer, "Deena" was perfect. She not only looked INCREDIBLE in her period costumes but she made it highly believable that she would be bumped up from backup singer to the lead singer of the group because of her look and being able to be a product to be packaged into a superstar.

Now let's get to the main role of "Effie" played by American Idol alumni, Jennifer Hudson. With no acting experience, this young lady was so moving and convincing and capable in her role of original lead singer, being sent packing after her manager and lover decided to make Deena the star. Let me tell you: on her power ballad, "And I'm telling you I'm not going" she brought tears to my eyes. Let me say that I LOVE to be moved by a performance, be it singing, acting or dancing. To be moved enough to cry at her heart-breaking and extremely difficult song to the point where when it ended the movie audience broke out in cheering and applause - was a FIRST!!! I have NEVER been to a movie before that has done that. I am so happy for that girl and she deserves ALL the accolades and success that come with sharing this talent with us!!

Now, I have 2 complaints. The first being that in the quest to win the Best Song category at the Oscars they gave the song to Beyonce to sing. This song, in accordance with the rules, has to be an original, or newly-written song. Again, in an obvious snub to the real lead of the show, Miss Hudson, they gave it to Beyonce who, although, a wonderfully-talented singer came off singing it as too forced and over-acted as if competing with Hudson. The fact is: they are 2 entirely different singers, performers, and beauties. For Beyonce trying to belt out this song even on the best vocal day of her life she could only pale in comparison to Hudson - who naturally has a HUGE voice. But, of course, they went with the decision to showcase the more estetically-pleasing and name star Beyonce sing at the Oscars.

That leads me to my other complaint: as the Golden Globes nominations came out the studios made the decision to have Beyonce's role be considered as the "Best Actress" role and Jennifer Hudson's stellar role be only considered as "Supporting Actress". Okay...let's stop right there. This is exactly the kind of BS that I HATE about Hollywood and it's politics. There is absolutely NO way to deny that the leading role of both the movie and stageplay belongs to "Effie". This is so insulting to me, other people who have seen the movie and, ultimately, Miss Jennifer Hudson. Do the studios think that their audience is so naive??? Basically, they are doing EXACTLY what happened in the movie. The better talent, the better-written role, the more deserving performance is obviously Miss Hudson's. But just because Beyonce is already a 'name' star and the prettier, thinner one (and undoubtedly her people were behind it) they are touting her as the lead of the film and that relative unknown Hudson should just be happy that she got to do the movie.

Even more believable would have been to have both women vie for the title of "Best Actress" (Yeah, like they would ever risk star Beyonce losing to a newcomer). Well, I have NO doubt that Miss Hudson is counting her lucky stars that she was able to do the movie, but she was robbed!

Berliner Boozer/Beagle Abuser is Loser!!!

This one is for my cat-loving Berliner brother-in-law, Sven, and his boozer friend, Ollie (Oliver)!!


Thirsty German sells beagle to buy beer

BERLIN - A thirsty German sold his 6-year-old step-daughter's pet beagle to the owner of a bar to pay for beer, the Bild newspaper reported on Friday.

The unemployed man offered to take the dog for a walk and then stopped at a bar where he convinced the owner to buy the 3-year-old dog for $53 (40 euros).

The man spent the proceeds quenching his thirst for beer. The bar owner has now returned the dog to its owner.

WHAT A TOTAL LOSER....!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Camels Gone Wild!!!!

As I previously mentioned, my handsome beau, Patrick, is in Ireland visiting family and friends for the holidays. It goes without saying that one of his daily things-to-do is go to the local pub and drink Guiness beer for a few hours while catching up with friends.

Now I know that Northern (occupied) Ireland where he is from is still segregated and sometimes still violent - so I admit I will feel much better when he is back home 'safe' with my crazy arse - heh heh heh. But that said, imagine my 'horror' that I have to worry about drunken morrocan camels breaking into pubs and guzzling Guiness - sheeit - even the CAMELS in Ireland have a drinking problem???!!!

And by the way: what the heck is a camel doing in Ireland??!!!

READ BELOW:

Guinness-guzzling camel crashes Irish party
Christmas comes early for ‘Gus’ after he chomped his way through beer cans

DUBLIN - Staff at an Irish riding school were forced to postpone festivities after Gus the camel chomped his way through 200 mince pies and several cans of Guinness intended for their Christmas party.

Gus, starring in the riding school’s Santa’s Magical Animal Kingdom show, helped himself to the feast while staff were getting changed for the party.

“Gus found his way out of his pen and helped himself,” Robert Fagan, owner of the Mullingar Equestrian Centre in central Ireland, told Reuters.

The 11-year-old camel, originally from Morocco, cracked open six cans of Ireland’s famous stout with his teeth after the door to his stall was left open.

Gus appeared well after Monday evening’s feeding frenzy, Fagan said, adding: “We were all looking forward to it, but you couldn’t blame him. He’s really a very gentle, docile sort of camel.”

Diva-Fina's Birthday!!

ok, it's 11:15 and I am buzzed after 3 strong drinks. Tonight I was celebrating with some of the 'girls' my dear, DEAR, bestest Gay Friend: Jose AKA Jose-fina, AKA La Diva-Fina's 29th birthday!

I plan on writing a blog about my colorful friend who now resides in New York City as a hot-shot agent for one of the world's Top modeling agencies: Elite Models. But since I am buzzed, have my own early morning modeling segment to get some beauty sleep for (and oh I admit it: I forgot my camera tonite) - I guess this will have to suffice for now. That and a picture of La Diva-Fina in kimono drag from last Halloween (until I am forwarded pix from tonite).

Ohhhhh, Gawd: felt like ol' times...

I love you 'Fina!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!

What the???!!! - Part 2

Kiana and I getting into costume for a big event. Sometimes my job has a lotta 'perks'!!!

What the????!!!!

My job can be pretty interesting at times. I get to see and meet a lot of people and different things every night. For example: Here is the men's Urinal at the J6 Club in downtown San Diego...
PS - We had to have a guy go in and take this picture for us to prove it really was there... :)

Where in the World is Scott Duncan??

I have a dilemma. This has really, truly been bothering me for quite some time. Years really. It is possibly thee #1 reason why I decided to go on Myspace.com last spring.

See: Back when I was an Opera Major (oh how sweet: some of you didn't know that about me??? well, more on that some other time)... Anyway, back when I was fine-tuning my singing skills in college, one of my best friends there was a chap named Scott. Scott was a tenor singer. He was also one year ahead of me. And he was my buddy. See, back then I was much more into my 'mexican-ness'. There weren't many latinos first of all at my school to begin with (no, the very nice grounds-maintenance people don't count). And then also you have to realize that in the classical music department - it should go without saying that all the Fine Arts majors are smaller schools and you really get to know everyone and your faculty well. In any case: I was the only hispanic in the Voice School. All ...4...years. Hmmmm. Pretty sad when hispanics tend to be naturally gifted at music and love singing. Shoot: haven't my people heard of that famous spanish tenor: Placido Domingo??!

I'm getting off subject here. Back to Scotty. My point above was that I really stood out in my Music school. I was a mini-skirt wearing, skinny, Tijuana-red lipstick- wearing, spicey Hispanic OPERA singer for Pete's sake! I did not fit the mold of the typical classical voice student. That said: Elsa can sing. Elsa had been singing and playing piano all her life. Elsa already had years of experience in competitions and performing. Elsa won a scholarship. But, alas: Elsa stood out.

In comes Scott. Scott was a gentle-voiced, good-humoured, good-looking blond, blued-eyed young man from LA County. A little older than me. Totally different than the usual ethnic people I would hang out with. But he was so supportive. And accepting. He also thought I was beautiful on the inside and believed in my talent. And when other girls got catty about the way I dressed or my ethnicity, he stood up for me.

And when he wrote some music with his (if I remember correctly, brother-in-law) and needed a girl to record with him: he chose ME to come out and meet his family and do so (man, I wish I could find that tape somewhere).

Scotty was not only funny but a leader too. Once while carpooling with him and 2 other tenors to a competition and while stuck in Los Angeles gridlock he had to really go to the loo. I was in the passenger seat and pointed out that we were not going ANYWHERE, ANYTIME soon. After about 5 minutes he shouted gallantly, "Oh what the hell!" and jumped OUT of the car (did I mention he was the driver??). No, we were not moving, thankfully, but I mean: he JUMPED out of the car, zigzagging thru cars 2 lanes over to the left of the fast lane where some bushes were growing intertwined into the median. My dropped jaw turned from amazement to laughter as he pulled IT out and started whizzing. Right.. there. In front of EVERYONE stopped in traffic. Cars started honking and he waved the thumbs-up victory sign. Even more amazing was when the 2 other guys in the back seat said, "Ahhh shoot!!" and then proceeded to follow him and also take a leak.

Imagine me: left alone in the car, with the 3 other doors flung open, everyone honking and laughing.... it might sound innocent by today's crude standards of humour: but I have got to tell you the sight of the 3 of them there peeing in unison in the middle of the LA freeway was one of the funniest things I've ever seen!!

Alas, halfway through my junior year I decided to go to Mexico to study for 6 months. I wouldn't be returning until the Fall for my Senior year. I was disappointed that I would miss Scott's senior recital and graduation in June. But his plan was to return in the Fall for his Master's. So, although I was sad to depart, we had planned on seeing each other in the Fall.

So here is my dilemma. I lost contact with my dear, kind friend. Now one has to be over 30 I suppose to understand this is before email, Myspace, Classmates.com and cellphones. Keeping in touch wasn't quite as convenient as it now, my pretties. When I returned in the Fall I looked everywhere for Scott in the Music Department before someone informed me that he did not, indeed, get accepted into the Master's program.

And that was the last I ever heard.

I would SO love to reconnect with him. He still is one of the most genuine friends I've ever had and he never once hurt me or had a fight. I have done searches on his name but unfortunately I can't remember his exact age or how to spell his last name. This is what I have so far.

Scott Duncan or Dunkin??
Probably born 1971 or 70?
Pretty sure he was born and raised in LA (or Orange) County.
Was a Voice Major at UC Irvine (University of CA, at Irvine) graduating 1993.
He is probably about 5'10, slim. Not outrageously gorgeous but certainly above-average handsome.

Where in the World are you, Scotty Duncan????? :(

Merry Christmas and Peace on Earth!

Alas, it is 11pm and 1 hour remains until Xmas 2006 is officially over. I am back home in bed with my laptop appropriately on my lap and Jordy purring next to me. I ate a lot, for me, and still feel quite full. We had yet another gorgeous warm day for Xmas here in San Diego - in the upper 70s. Last night was the big Araiza fest with cousins and aunts and uncles - to which amazingly someone failed to inform me (helloo!!!) that we were getting together on Xmas Eve NOT on Xmas Day like we used to. So there I was at Patrick's house helping him with (of course) last minute Xmas shopping before his trip back to Ireland and downing a pizza when my mom calls saying, "Gee, I hope you didn't get the dates messed up. But we're all over here and everyone is asking about you..." Unbelievable. A first in Araiza history. And of course: it happened to moi. Everyone was annoyed as I am in charge of playing the piano and organizing our singing of Xmas Carols. Not this year. I got there too darn late. The picture above of me and some of the Araiza Noses, er cousins and aunts singing is a picture from LAST year heh heh heh!

That said, I did get to see everyone if for a short while and then today I spent at my parents' house with just my immediate family. Christmas also happens to be my blessed mother's birthday - today she turned 68. I don't think it's coincidental at all that my mother shares the same birthday as Jesus Christ. To know my mom is to know that she is truly an angel walking amongst us. She is the holiest person I know, and has instilled a huge Faith in God in all of us. My mamma has spent her entire adult life helping others in the name of God and chrisitanity and even when we were young, and a poor family of 8, my mom and dad were always setting the example of giving to the church and to catholic charities - something that they have instilled in us.

Now, when she and my dad are retired and could be easily enjoying their Golden Years with their 9 grandchildren they have been volunteering and traveling the world for 10 years tirelessly as marraige counselors for a christian organization called Retrouvaille. As much as I know it wears them out and is emotionally draining on them, I am very proud as they have brought it to not only to the spanish-speaking communities of the USA but also to Latin American countries - where marraige counseling is almost non-existent in that culture. I love my mother very much and only regret that I have caused a difficult past year with the many major changes in my life. But she knows she did a fine job raising all her children with much love and compassion. Felicidades, mom!

Hash Run a Go-Go

Patrick has a friend, Sarah, who had been invited him for a year to try out her running group that does "Hashes". He and I didn't even know what a Hash was. Well, he went first and had a great time - calling me up at the bar downtown that they all ended up at at the end of the run. Yes - you heard that correctly. They end up at a bar! Basically there is an international hashing society but I have run my entire life and have never heard of the phenomenom. I ended up going the next time with Patrick and I must admit the whole idea of it is very interesting. Basically, a trail is laid out by some 'hares' and then later the rest of the group has to follow the clues laid out in order to get to their destination.

Now the interesting part lies in the clues (they could just be spots of flour thrown on the ground or signs left up). Also, the clues can lead to fake, incorrect trails (the little beggars)that make you get lost and you have to retrack your steps. Another thing to keep in mind is that the trails aren't easy. We had to run in mud, climb fences, go through dark, bat-infested tunnels, wade through hip-deep (yes: HIP DEEP) murky water in a tunnel that we prayed didn't give us some infectious disease and finally we ended up at a bar - where they promptly hazed us as 'virgins'. Now, I admit the bar and drinking beer part at the end of it I could care less for since I don't drink beer, but it certainly was a different take on my normal running routine and plenty of fun - that little bit about the water and bat-infested tunnel usually does NOT happen - we just happened to randomly run on the hardest Hash trail of the year. (Just my luck). For more information check out http://www.sdh3.com/

There's No Place Like Home...

As my darling Padraig heads home to Ireland for the Holidays, I just wanted to note how thankful I am for my own home and large family as most of us gather for XMAS at my mother's house here in San Diego. It's interesting that as I grew up I never had any clue that some people actually don't get along with their siblings or folks. I am very blessed to be a part of a huge, close hispanic family - especially around the holidays! Long prayers aside, there will be great amounts of food and laughter to look forward to and I would like to take a moment to wish all of you a safe holidays as well!

Ziggy Imposter doesn't Bite the (Star)dust..

On Monday, my ex-punk (back in Northern Ireland when he was young and angrier) boyfriend called me to inform me we were going out and it was a suprise. Being a Monday night and all, the only thing I could be sure of was that alcohol would somehow be involved. He told me NOT to dress up and get to his place around 9:30pm. Luckily I wore my high-heeled stilleto boots because I needed to be tall in order to see when we ended up going to a concert at the rockin' Casbah!

Well, I was almost the most straight-laced person there (one blonde girl wearing slacks and blouse from the office beat me out) as I noted everyone was either punk or mod. Very hip! I do believe that I was probably also the only gal there without a tattoo...

Well, it turns out I was in for a treat. Evidently once a year in San Diego, some local musician impersonates David Bowie in his Ziggy Stardust phase. We are talking adrodgynous one-piece unitard, white platform boots, bad reddish spikey 80s wig and face paint.

Now. I have to admit that this guy sounded pretty damn good. I mean noone can expect him to be as sexy and self-assured as the the real demi-God Bowie. Shoot, they just don't make singers like that anymore. Back when musicians and their lyrics were "bigger than Life". Not like now with these over-produced, lip-syncing, one-hit performers whose main concern is shaking their a** for their video. (Alas, I digress...) Anyhow, this guy got some of the Bowie moves down pretty well. In fact, my only constructive criticsm was to lose about 10 pounds or wear a girdle under that spandex unitard. Gurl, that thing showed everything from panty lines to bulges!!!

The crowd loved it and it was hilarious and true entertainment when some people rushed onstage to join him in the encore song and bowing down to him playing up the magical fun of him being "Bowie". Also, another highlight was when 5 foot tall (well, he was pretty damn short) Freddy Mercury impersonater joined him for their duet. Radical!!!

All in all I can say the $10 bucks cover charge was well-spent for an 80s treat on a Monday night. Too bad they got off to a late start and we finally left at 12:30 during the transition to the "Cure" cover band - that's one of Patrick's favorite all time bands!

Click below to enjoy the real thing and one of my favorite Bowie songs!!

The Globe Guilders Runway Show

Ahhh: Modeling. It ain't brain surgery. And I am not saving the world. But in this case, I really was modeling for a cause dear to my heart and soul. Earlier this Fall I modeled in the Globe Guilders annual fundraiser show benefitting the Tony-award winning Old Globe Theater here in San Diego. Located in beautiful Balboa Park, my first professional theater gig was in their smaller Cassius Carter theater-in-the-round stage after college graduation. This runway show stood out to me also because there were many theater people in the audience who have seen me acting onstage but not walking the runway. Another interesting point was that all the clothes we wore were vintage. (Some of them being very cool or debonaire - other times being...ummm, well interesting, shall we say?)
Click on slideshow below!

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The Introduction

After posting my spiffy Frappr map and seeing that there are actually strangers (how flattering!) reading my blog I decided to give a little introduction for those who don't know me already.
I am a 34-year-old (gasp!! I can clean up well heh heh heh) native San Diegan born of Hispanic origen (mostly Mexican and some Basque). I am blessed to be part of not only a big immediate family but also a huge extended family where I've learned throughout the years that God and family are more important than any job or money. I am the youngest of 6 (but not a Daddy's girl or "la consentida" - we thankfully are treated equally in my family which is great since I've yet to meet a daddy's princess whose being spoiled has done an ounce of good for her or those around her as she grows up). As you can tell I have a lot to say. I am smart, independent, nurturing, reponsible, stubborn, proud, silly, witty, young, adventurous, outdoorsy, disciplined, imaginative, a light sleeper, pensive, observing, passionate, troubled and creative. I hate to accept help and would rather risk harm or pain than give up. I am mentally and emotionally a late bloomer in life due to an extremely sheltered and protected (at times, lovely and at others: stifling) childhood and teenage years.
Music is a God-given talent of mine. My siblings and I all inherited our music gene from our naturally-gifted singing mother. But I was the only one passionate and unconventional enough to pursue it professionally (more on that some other time). Since childhood I excelled in piano and singing and am deeply moved by lyrics, composers and intruments. Another love? Horses. Specifically the Arabian breed. My sister and I grew up sharing one and although I no longer ride or compete - I will forever be in awe of a horse's beauty and grace.
I have never been married and can't wait to write a blog on the subject, but I have been seeing since May 2006, an Irishman with merry eyes with whom I am emphatically and realistically in love with...
I hate to be asked what I do but since graduating college at UC Irvine back in 1994 I have been professionally working as an actress (stage and screen), a model and a singer. I will definitely write a blog on those experiences in time. Alas, as I am getting older I am losing the necessary drive for that insane and unhealthy livelihood and find myself actually contemplating a somewhat conventional life. (This is shocking for those who know me since I have NEVER wanted or pursued normality). I also have been teaching teens the past 6 years as a job to fall back on. Someday I will write an eye-opening blog about the CA public school system and the teens of today in Southern Cal.
A true "people person", I possess the genuine talent to be able to walk alone into a room or party, not knowing a soul, and being able to talk amicably to ANYONE. I think it's because I want people to know they can feel at ease and comfortable around me (even if they are shy or do not know me). One of my greatest pleasure in life is meeting foreigners from other countries. I am poor as heck but somehow have managed to travel to Europe, Mexico and South America. I admire those who speak more than 1 language and am proud of the self-taught spanish (my parents didn't teach us) and italian that I speak. Other favorite people to be around would be gay people or dancers. (Gays probably because I somehow relate to their not fitting the "normal" mold of society and dancers because I admire that profession so much and truly regret not contiuing ballet). I love hosting get-togethers and being a social butterfly at artistic events and parties around town (even though I rarely do any of the above anymore.) Nonetheless, I value and yearn for my privacy as well. I currently live alone with my cat and piano and have been known to become broodingly dark the last 6 years due to some of Life's experiences. It is those moments that I am most creative with writing or singing at the piano. But they are those moments that I truly suffer the most...

a Heavenly time in Tahoe

Over Thanksgiving weekend, Patrick and I decided to drive up to South Lake Tahoe. Patrick has been snowboarding for a few years and really wanted to go. I, on the other hand, am 34 years old and save 1 short day trip to some melted slush in Lake Arrowhead - still hadn't even SEEN snow yet!

We were both excited and I certainly didn't mind the drive - I recounted old stories of how it reminded me of when we were kids in my family and my Dad had an RV that we would do family road trips. It was relaxing and the drive was beautiful. At one point we pulled over at Mono Lake. It was crystal clear and silent. Felt like we were alone in the world. I loved it and we both got good pictures. Another highlight is passing through the tiny, old-fashioned towns throughout California and musing what it must be like living out there.

Back on the road I once suddenly exclaimed excitedly, "Deer! There's a deer!!!" Sure enough, one lone young buck (he must have been outcast by the older male deers) was trotting gracefully right alongside one stretch of lonely road. We pulled over quickly and jumped out with our cameras. He was so beautiful and majestic I almost cried. I couldn't believe I actually saw him with my horrible eyesight and since he was basically camouflaged. P hadn't even noticed him. As we snapped away, he actually stopped and turned to look at us for a couple minutes before loping away. That was so cool!!!

Finally we reached our destination: Heavenly ski resort in South Lake Tahoe. Situated on the border of Nevada and California it was pretty cool to literally just cross the street to get to the casinos of Nevada. During the day it was gorgeous, clear and sunny. Unfortunately, I guess that was NOT good for skiing -since they had to also manufacture man-made snow. Alas, as it turned out I was not going to be able to try my first at snowboarding. :( That darn knee injury that was aggravated the month before hiking in Peru, was really bothering me after a fall while playing with P's daughter. In fact, I was still limping on it even though it was 2 weeks later!

That said, nothing was going to spoil my fun in nature and sharing yet another adventure with P. I gallantly accompanied him up to the mountain (even though I was a little nervous on the lift - being scared of heights and all). Then, as he went off to snowboard I played around in the snow, watched and listened as a group of youngsters got a snowboard lesson. It was lovely, and very pretty - but very cold on my hands - I forgot my gloves in the hotelroom!

The trip had another first for me: gambling. Being extremely poor my entire adult life (ahh us struggling-artist types), I can tell you that gambling and potentially losing my hard-earned money is NOT my thing. That said, after the first night of watching P win almost $200 bucks off $20 at the roulette table - I decided to give it a go. (Hey! It's not cards - you just have to pick numbers or red and black - it's a game of chance!) I won a little and got excited and then lost it all - bam!!! The next night I spent another modest $20 and both P and I lost out. All's well that ends well - we DID, at least, get a couple of free drinkies.

A final "first" for E? BUFFETS. Hellooo, I am a model. And not only a model, but I am of hispanic heritage - meaning I can gain weight just looking at the wrong food!! Patrick was talking all week about the all you can eat buffets in the casinos. Shoot. $30 each and I didn't even think it was that good - except for the dessert. Plus, it's a waste for me - I can't do much more than 1 plate of food before being full. And I must admit, there is something disturbing to me to see a bunch of Americans chowing down on so much food when they don't appear too healthy to me and also the thought of how much food must get thrown out every day at these things... it's just another sad reminder of American Excess.

Of course no trip with Elsa would be complete without her hurting herself - big clutz that I am. Even without trying to ski or snowboard, leave it to me to take 10 steps out of our hotel room and completely bite the dust on some ice on the ground. (Hey, I thought my uber hiking boots would stick) - WRONG! I went flying in the air and landed heavily on my right wrist and elbow. It was so loud a thud that a nice indian family came running to my aid, "Are you okay? That was a really hard fall.." I thanked them and limped to my room holding my arm. Of course, the minute I got in the tears started falling - it REALLY hurt!!! Also, I was convinced I broke my wrist again - it being weak and all from not healing right from the last time I broke it. Gee whiz. Here I am 3 weeks later typing this and my elbow STILL hurts!!

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Did ya notice at Modus?

I don't go out that much anymore. I am 34 years old. I already work enough in the nightclub industry for the past few years that I am fine not going out often. That said, when my fellow model, Michelina James turned a charmingly young 25 - gee, almost a decade younger than me!! - and invited Patrick and I to a newish lounge bar in Banker's Hill, we decided what the hey.

I took the opportunity of inviting an old friend, Richele - whom I hadn't seen since I moved out of Hillcrest at the end of May. Pursuing her Master's degree, and quite busy herself, I was most pleased that she could join us. Patrick, meanwhile, also invited his old roommate and friend, Charlie.

Now, the lounge bar, Modus, was certainly my type of metrosexual kind of place: Dark, mood lighting, and good eclectic DJ (if overpriced fru-fru cocktails to go along with it.)

After a bout of catching up between Richele and I, we all started feeling that 2nd drink and Richele started getting fiesty. Next we knew, I had out my camera, Patrick was buzzed enough to actually pose dramatically for pictures, and Richele started laying into gentleman Charlie. Polite guy Charlie's reactions and responses were priceless! It was a lot of fun with my boyfriend out drinking, out lasting, and out talking the lot of us - even if he was the oldest by far!

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Click on pic and watch the night's progression on slideshow!!

Birthday Shoutout: Diana -35!!!

Another year gone by and here we are celebrating my dear friend, Diana's 34th bday! For those of you who don't know, Di (pronounced like the letter 'D') and I met in our freshman dorm, Lago, way back in 1990 at UC Irvine! She quickly became my best friend and roommmate for the ensuing years of college and beyond. She was my partner-in-crime with dancing every Friday night with the Camp Pendleton Marines (Di adores men in uniform) at the Santa Ana club, Kokomos or helping me chase down my Mexican flame in TJ; playing and staying up all night with the boys in our coed dorm (2 words: Mike Roach); bra-dancing (no comment); and much, much laughter through: get this...CLEAN FUN!!! Diana is long-time married to her long-time love, John and is mother to a horse, er INDOOR dog (and a Rottweiler at that) named Kilo. They don't make 'em much like this one, kids.... Felicidades, Mujer- tu sabes que te quiero mucho siempre...

Hola Oahu

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Back in July, I was invited by Patrick to join him a few days in Oahu, Hawai’i. He was there working 2 weeks on a top-secret (sounds good, anyway) naval project for Uncle Sam.
It was my first trip to Oahu and I had plenty of time to explore and window shop at my leisure due to P’s working every day. I had only been to the island of Maui before and Oahu was quite different. It has horrible traffic for one. I couldn’t believe it. It also had amazing shopping (if that was important to me) – and plenty of Japanese tourists enjoying it. It also has a busy nightlife with many bars with very weak drinks – even for this lightweight. I did enjoy myself, but I much prefer the quiet Nature (even non-existent nightlife) of Maui.

That said, it was a lovely time especially heightened by the sense of excitement and romance of a new couple on their first trip together! By day I exercised and wandered around and then waited for Patrick’s return - he was so handsome in his uniform! (I NEVER thought I'd be in love with a man in uniform, huh - Di??) By night, we’d dine on his per diem, walk around, enjoy our weak adult beverages and sometimes meet up for pool with his comrades.

Highlights of our trip included my getting to see my college friend and roommate, Heather – whose husband, Noel, is a lawyer in the marines stationed there. Also, enjoyable was driving and getting lost on the island –with occasional sudden stops alongside the road when P or I saw a photo opportunity. I remember thinking to myself how lucky I was that my still relatively new boyfriend had a photographer’s eye and appreciation for nature. It’s almost a requisite for me!

Other highlights included our visiting the quiet sunken dignity of the USS Arizona Memorial in Pearl Harbor and the proud, historic battleship, the USS Missouri. Strangely enough for a gal from the naval town of San Diego – I truly don’t know much about the military life since none of my huge extended family, save 1 uncle, was involved. That said, it was fascinating hearing Patrick recount stories of his world tour at 19 when he joined the Navy to get out of Northern Ireland. He’d also explain to me the functions of the ship as I followed him all around: in and out, up and down. My favorite was the sleeping quarters where he half-laughed, half-groaned pointing out the 3 tiny bunkbeds one on top of each other where one would sleep according to rank. There was no way my claustrophobic self could stand it aboard weeks and months at a time and it made me appreciate even more the sacrifices of basic comforts these young people make while serving our country.

Lastly, worth mentioning: seeing Patrick surf for the first time and his gifting me (I am sure I was the last one on the planet) my first digital camera – I am a stubborn, old-fashioned gal who has traveled the world with my regular, FILM camera. That said, it IS making my life easier for this blog, ain’t that the truth??!!
click on photo album & slideshow for more pics - "Mahalo" :)

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Isabella Kristensen Couture Show

 

In September I had the extreme pleasure to participate in the first runway show that European Couture designer, Isabella Kristensen presented in the States. Even better was the fact that some of my favorite model girl friends were also selected to walk in the show. My little 'sister', Allison Nazareth ("spelled like Jesus", she is fond of saying) was my walking partner for most of the show. Although I think most models prefer to walk alone (you don't have to concentrate on walking at the same gait or synchronizing your turns), I don't mind walking with Allison as we seem to both have the same sensual, curvy walk - I honestly think it has to do with us both always being the ethnic girls of the show!! Although backstage was incredibly stressful, we didn't even have the time for a tech rehearsal
for the first time ever when working with fay fashion guru, Leonard Simpson (insert gay shocked gasp here), the dresses were as stunning as their 6 ft designer. The night was filled with fashion press and TV and was deemed a success!!

*click on photo album and then on slideshow!
 

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Fortune Cookie

I know I am artistic and all. And that us "artist-types" have colorful and different perspectives at times than normal people. For example, I believe in homeopathic medicines and feng shui. I also believe in 'signs'. Not stop signs or billboards. But something - material or words - that is so dead-on in its meaning that I can't ignore it. For those of you who really know me, you've certainly heard me say at some time or another, "It's a Sign!"

Heck, I've even believed my whole life that God sends signs.

Anyhow, the other day I brought chinese takeout to Patrick who has been working 10 hour days. After our meal we each randomly reached for a fortune cookie. I don't even remember mine as I read it aloud. Then it was his turn. A huge grin covered his face as he sarcastically and dramatically read aloud, "Stop looking forever, happiness is sitting right beside you."

HELLO - I was sitting right beside him!!!!

Not even could he try to play it off that his trusty hound, Fred, was sitting on the other side of him on the couch. NOPE. It was ALL me. ONLY me. Only 'E'.

"Oh, Babe: It's a Sign!" I shouted gleefully throwing my arms around him.


*He hated that I was right but the lucky beggar knows it's True - heh heh heh* 

How 1 Sentence Can Mean So Much:

 

A Silence so deafening, I can barely stand it... 

Words: 1 Fine Example

So be it:

hit me across the head with a crowbar
if that is all I am good for so far.
At least until you get out of this Mess.

And I will pretend
that I don't know of your Sins.
- until you are ready to confess them.
But all the time.
All this time:
I'll know.

And you could use this skin
to bury secrets in.
For I know how to settle you down.

And at my own suggestion:
I won't ask no questions.
I'll just do my thing in the background.
But all the time.
All this time:
I'll know.

Baby, we can't grow while she is still around...

So.
For the time being
I'm being:
patient.

And amidst this bitterness
if you'll just consider this -
even if I don't always make sense
all the time.
Well, damn - give it time.

For when the crowd and ghosts become your burden
and you've early closed your red curtain
I'll be waiting by the backstage door...

And while you try to find
the lines to speak your mind
and pry it open in hopes of an encore
- just remember it may get too late,
for me to wait
for you to find you really love me
and to be able to mean it so.

Hell.
It's okay.
No need to say it.
I'll know....

Love Words

Yes, we learn to read. (all sorts of things)
Yes, we like to listen to songs. (some of us are even talented enough to sing them).
Yes, some of us can even read and sing in....more than 1 language. (I am totally down with that).

So what is the common denominator in all this?!

Words.

It's the words, my dears, that move me.

In songs I am a lyric person.
I love poetry.
If I come across a phrase (no matter how small) that moves me, I jot it down in my planner.
While reading books I am known to underline passages that signify something to me - good or bad.
Since 14, I have been writing my thoughts down - that is 20 years of a lot of things in Elsa's head.

One of my greatest Loves in life will always be: WORDS.
One constant in my Life - for there are few, kids - will always be: WORDS.

I love the art of being able to make a reader feel - good, passion, bad, laughter, exciting, love, sadness, anger, depression - through words.

I am known to well-up mid-song at the piano, unable to continue on because the lyrics move me too much and I have a lump in my throat.

I've also been known to esteem certain men's words so much that I fall in Love.

It is my perogative that I highly regard writers above our President.

It's all for me: I don't expect anyone to get it.

Happiness is...80s Music!!

Now, I am not referring to the clothing (good lord, shoulder pads and big hair) but the MUSIC of that "most-awesome, gnarly and radical" decade! Nor am I referring to 80s pop or heavy metal but mostly to the English Invasion also known as "New Wave" music. Can you imagine going through puberty with the likes of such so-delicious-that-yes-they-can-also-wear-makeup glorious leading men such as David Bowie, Martin Fry from ABC, George Michael from Wham! (before he "came out" 2 decades later), Spandau Ballet, A-HA, U-2, Depeche Mode, New Order - shoot maybe I am so accepting of gays because I even enjoyed Culture Clash and Boy George!!!

Ahh, the 80s - back when music was fun and hell: had a melody....

But nothing, nada, NOTHING can compare to one of the biggest and most dominating groups of that decade: none other than my beloved Duran Duran. Led by the absolutely charismatic and gorgeous playboy Simon Le Bon (I mean: could he have been ANYTHING else with that name???) me and my sisters joined a gazillion other girls (and boys) around the world in becoming utter fanatics of the "Fab 5". With their colorful, sexy videos shot in exotic locations Duran Duran's popularity soared with the parallel popularity of the new music video channel MTV that showcased them. Yes, everyone: these 5 musicians were utter sex symbols - even if they did wear rouge, lipstick and impossible haircuts. Going to their concert will forever remain a highlight of my teenage years...

More 80s goodness: Some of you readers may actually remember the thrill of anticipating a new LP (album), reading its lyrics, liner notes, thank-yous, and breathlessly pouring over every inch of the album cover art or picture. Downloading music and Ipods nowadays just does not compare.

And lastly, to this day I still love dancing the "skank" 80s dance move that embarrasses Patrick and other friends when I dance it in public. But nothing will ever stop my love for 80s music!! If any of you are feeling this blog entry might I recommend Thursday 80s Night at Shooters in North Park?!! It's a blast from the past!!
Click here for one of my favorite DD videos of all time!!!

Happiness is....Jordy-the-Cat

 
If I hadn't met Patrick I definitely would have been one of those crazy spinster cat ladies.
My gato is named Jordy - after Jordy La Forge (yes, the black blind guy in Star Trek Next Generation - you nerds). My sister, Sara, uber Trekkie, gave him that name as she was the one who rescued him as a kitten from the pound over 5 years ago. Unfortunately her German uber tomcats were beating up poor baby Jordy so she gave him to me.

He since has become as crazy and loving as his momma. Surviving several moves within Hillcrest area, breakups, crazy friends, even crazier house parties, and a neighbor pushing his PSYCHO mean purebred cat to move in with us cus he couldn't take it anymore - Jordy has remained at my side, (or under my bed since he's a little skittish around everyone else). We have our own language - short, clipped 'fay' meows. He also brilliantly is trilingual - understanding english, spanish and italian commands. He jumps on the piano when I sing and play. He likes to be spooned at night (keeps me warm during winter since I don't have money to put on the heater) and he supports me 100% - when my weight fluctuates, so does his. I love coming home to him and hearing his nails click on the hardwood floor as he runs to greet me. He, like all pets, loves unconditionally. It truly is amazing. Jordy is one of my happiness' in life. :)

Happiness Is...

Are you all familiar with the term, "simple pleasures"?

I love that phrase. It describes me to a T. I am the kind of gal whose happiness has always relied on the simplest, most unmaterialistic kinds of things. And let me tell you: happiness has been a struggle my whole life with the kind of wiring I have in my head. But that said: it's not gifts, nor Jimmy Choos, nor Louis Vuitton bags that make me happy. It's truly the little things that count. And I think I will post some of them here.

Why?

Because it makes me happy! :)

The Araiza Nose

The other day I caught Patrick staring at me intently. Now, thinking (since he is in love with me and all), that he was simply admiring and dreamily staring at the woman of his affections: I coyly asked, "What is it?"

"Did you get a nose-job?" was his gallant reply.

**(Sound of needle scratching a record.)**

"WHATTTTT???!!" I demanded with my love and affection quickly disappearing and replaced by an overwhelming feeling of self-consciousness.

"You have a bump on your nose," my grand Love, my heart's Dreamboat replied.

"For your information, you are referring to my Basque nose that all of us got from my mom's side of the family: the Araizas."

I was sweating. I was offended. I was shocked: How could he NOT see how beautiful and full of character my nose was??? Didn't he know how all us Araizas have been teased about it over the years?? I used to suffer over my nose until I started modeling years ago and clients LOVED it. Gay clients even. Stating it was 'refined', 'classic', 'ethnic'. It totally puts my facial features out of proportion and I LOVE it!!!

"My Darling," I pointed out demurely to Patrick, "One does not get a nose-job to HAVE a bump on the bridge of their nose, but to get rid of one..."

Today I fell in love with you again...

At your 'best and strongest'
I realized that I loved you
even more than I thought I did...

For everything that you are to me, thank you.

What DIDN'T happen in Vegas, Stays in Vegas

DISCLAIMER - While I am enjoying my weekend and getting my creative juices flowing I am posting an old blog story I guest-blogged on teawithlemon blog back in 2005. I know, I know: shame on me! But I promise there will be more recent elsa-goodies later! :)

For those of you working conventional jobs this might be of some amusement. I work several different jobs: as many artsy people do. This one was definitely different and I booked it through my friend, Stefanie's agency. In May 2005 after a very difficult interview and poloraid taken at a downtown club (hehehe) I was invited to fly out with 27 other San Diegan beauties (well, party girls anyway) by the LightGroup - an organization of the Bellagio Hotel in Las Vegas.

Even at the audition I never really understood why we were being chosen to go to a free trip to Vegas and I must admit our agency owner never really made it clear herself. That said: it was a free trip there and Stefanie, Rachel and Brigetta were not going to let my goody goody status (I don't even LIKE Vegas) stop me from joining them on a night out.

We were all given free airline ticket, luxurious rooms, VIP treatment, dinner and paraded in the dinner club Fix, Carmel Bar Lounge and Light Club - all in the Bellagio Hotel. We were informed this was for 'networking' with execs and VIPS of the hotel... yeah, right. I suppose the 21 year old Charger girls with us believed that one. We were more like high class prostitutes – corralled into waiting bins like sheep, plied with judgment-debilitating liquor (I stopped at 1.5 mojitos and faked along with recently pregnant Rachel a vodka tonic for the rest of the night with tonic water and lime).

We were literally handpicked by some older (undoubtedly married) rich men who would stare at us and tell our ‘handlers’ (or pimps) which one of us was to be taken to their table for chit-chat and drinks. Stefanie was highly regarded by a trainer of the Pistons and I was dazzling in my Vanessa Rosas designer gown so I was chosen as well (what can I say - most of the girls were 10 years younger than us - how good could their conversing skills be with married, rich men??). Fortunately, Stef and I have much experience working parties and events and know the fine line of doing our job: feeding egos and making pleasant conversation without compromising our morals. It was a whirlwind trip (literally less than 24 hours in Vegas) and I am still not sure it was worth it. I didn't get a single 'networking' gig out of it - but the pineapple mojitos were simply FABULOUS!!

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The Incan Trail

On our 3rd day in Peru Patrick and I were to awake early in order to be picked up by our tour and the rest of our fellow hikers to begin the 3.5 luxury bus-drive to the beginning of the Incan Trail. After having asked Patrick the night before to make sure (you can all see where I am going with this) that his alarm was set for 4:20am (they were coming at 5) I opened my eyes the next morning to.....daylight. Not full-on sunshine, but that said I knew it was a lot lighter than it should have been at, oh say 4:20!!! "Patrick...?" I woke him up, "What time is it???" "Curses!!" (Well, he didn't say that but he DID curse). Both of us jumped up to see it was indeed about 5 minutes till 5! Fabulous. Good one, Patrick. If I hadn't woken up myself who knows what would have happened.

After the morning drama of us getting our stuff together and downstairs (while trying to grab some of the free daily breakfast buffet that the hotel offered), we finally set off on the road to get to the Incan Trail. Andean Life was our tour and they ended up being even better than expected for the mid-range tour price - about $300 per person which included 4-days camping/hiking, our english-speaking Quechan guide, Romelo; 10 porters carrying the food, cooking equipment and tents and our fellow troop which consisted of 2 aussies, 3 brits, 1 german and us.I was most pleased with our WONDERFUL porters and our troop couldn't have been any cooler than the hip, game 20-somethings (I was in my element being with a bunch of foreigners). Meals were full of laughter and stories from everyone as we fortunately all truly got along very well. Our porters took great care of us: the food (from our 23 year old cook) was AMAZING: several courses made at each meal and TONS of it. Not to mention afternoon tea with bisquits (cookies) and popcorn (the Brits loved that special touch). We couldn't believe what could be made in that little cooking tent they would pitch next to our dining tent. Plus, they would do that on top of having trotted (that is: slowly jogged) past us bent over double on the way to the next plain packed up 3 feet high with bulky tents and such. We were amazed at their calves and the fact that these tiny indians (ranging in age from 18-46) had such strength. I hated that they essentially were pack mules - but the fact was that it is a high paying job for them and we made sure to tip them very generously on top of that. Like I mentioned previously: traveling in Peru is cheap, so I could be generous.In continuation, the porters would pass our hard-working selves on the trail and pitch our camp, make our meal and all the time - be it, day or night: take turns having one of them posted as guard by our sleeping tents (as bandits have been known to rob hikers). They really were remarkable and I understood from other hikers that they were not as pleased with their tours: leaky tents, not good food or attention paid. When our 2 British gals were put in an awkward situation with a rude porter from one of the other tours at one of the pit stops it was OUR porters who sought him out, surrounded him and confronted him (getting him fired from his good-paying job).

The Incan Trail, itself, is not a hike for the wimpy, out of shape, or prissy. It can be tough if you are over 30. One must be ready for anything regarding the weather changing in a snap from a downpour (pulling on the rain poncho), to cold, to foggy ("don't fall off the cliff", our guide warned), to HOT. You pretty much always use the bathroom in the Great Outdoors (although there are a couple "toilets" on the route - holes in the ground with a door), you don't shower for days, you wear the same clothes pretty much since you can't afford to carry more than 1 change of clothes, and you sleep cold nights on the ground in tents.

That said I HIGHLY recommend tackling the adventure. Mother Nature is absolutely splendid in her various forms there: you hike through plains, to steep summits, valleys, jungles, rain forests, rocks, cloud forests, the River Urubamba running below... and the final destination of the mighty ruins of Machu Pichu are absolutely breath-taking! (Just remember that no matter how young and in shape you are - you WILL need a hiking stick). And after 4 days when we did finally reach Machu Pichu, I felt a lump in my throat (akin to when I passed the finish line of my 1st half-marathon at 30 years of age) of pride that we made it. An old running injury definitely made the going slow and quite painful at times, with everyone suffering on the 2nd day (the hardest hike - with 2 very steep climbs and very steep descents - muy painful on the knees). It was as Patrick commented as we admired the amazing ruins along with the other 100s of tourists who took a bus there - "We REALLY earned it!"
**click on picture below to see photo album!!

The Incan Trail 10.06

Cusco, Peru

*click on Patrick photo after blog entry to see Cusco photo album!!
After spending the entire night and getting stir-crazy with exhaustion at the airport in Lima we flew out bright and early to Cusco - get this - it is the OLDEST continuously-habited city in the American continent! We took it seriously when we read we needed 2-3 days to acclimate to the 3200m altitude before heading out to the Incan Trail. (My last trip I had lost an entire day suffering from very bad altitude sickness. It was miserable and there was no way I was going to risk that again - much less in the middle of our hike where turning around was impossible.) That said, we made sure to drink TONS of the coca-leaf tea that is free at all hotels and helps fight against altitude sickness (yes, I can officially say I've tried drugs now). I actually liked it so much that I wanted to buy a box of it at the store and bring it back before reading the label that "Americans will be thrown in jail for bringing back even the tea since it is a Grade A drug". Okay okay, I got the picture...

I love Cusco. Not only is its architecture beautiful but it is most interestingly laid out in the shape of a Puma. The natives are very kind, always smiling, and extremely hospitable. It could be far more down-trodden and 'kichy' considering it's where most of the tourists go since it is the only airport to fly into on the way to Machu Pichu.

As with most Latino cities there is a central garden or square that is not only picturesque but is lovely to just enjoy un helado (ice cream) or meal in one of the 2nd-story patio restaurants overlooking the view. Patrick and I simply sat on the steps in front of an old, beautiful church on our first day and people-watched.

Now, yes: we admit to going to the Irish Pub or having very tasty pizza while there but we did it all after earning it after our day hikes to the ruins of Sachsyhuaman (pronounced similar to "sexy woman") located outside the city in the hillsides, visiting Barranca - where the very cool artisan shops are, or renting Peruvain horses (how could I NOT adore this man since he is an ex-horseman like myself??!!), and riding the hillsides.

One of the most interesting sights is seeing the native Quechuan indian people in their colorful garb with their Alpaca (llamas) in tow carusing the cobble-stone streets amidst the bustle of tourist hostels and taxis. A little bit of the old mixed with the new...

Cusco, Peru 2006

Pasandole en Peru...

Patricio (I deem using his name in spanish appropriate for this blog) and I had the good blessings to make a sojourn (my 2nd, his first) to Peru in October. Now, I know some of you (my family included) are asking yourself why the heck did I go for a 2nd time. Well, I have to admit that I wasn't planning on it, but Patricio really wanted to do the Incan Trail Hike - and I didn't tackle that the last time I went in 2001. (Also, I must give kudos to my airline Visa which gave us a free trip down there - the only feasible way we made it down there on my limited budget.)

There is nothing like adventurous travel and having someone special along for the ride! Read further for a more-detailed account and pictures - Diviertense!!! Enjoy!!

PS - alas, for those of you who are looking for pictures of it: Patricio wasn't game enough to try the national delicacy of 'cuy' - guinea pig, which is served completely whole on a plate (head, legs and all) but the national cocktail, the Pisco Sour, was muy delicioso!!

Padraig go Bragh!

You know, Life sometimes can be interesting. It can play tricks and it can turn on you. The Truth is: I have always been a huge believer that God has a plan for all of us. It's a great way to have perspective on Life's twists. (And it certainly has made me accept the good and the bad that has occurred in my life). I always said things will drop in one's lap when you least expect - so stop looking!

I am not shy. I work very social jobs. I meet a lot of people. I am a real people person and have perfected being able to approach and talk to anyone. But, no doubt about it: I am not a kid anymore and I have been around the block. When it comes to men I decided at this point I knew I was pretty cynical (which has come to look a lot like Wisdom as I get older). Now, don't get me wrong - I have dated a couple lovely chaps in long-term relationships - and I think I'd be pretty good in a debate about not getting married until you've reached your 30s and HAVE dated more than 1 man - but I digress.

For 6 months now I have had the blessing and curses of falling for an Irishman with merry eyes. Why is it a blessing and a curse? Because, my friends - Love is very hard for a stubborn, creative, passionate and utterly unconventional woman like me. As much as I have to offer (how could I NOT, with the family that has raised me??) I have already put this lad through the ringer.

And you know what? He has forgiven and he has accepted. He once acknowledged to me, "It's because you have so much to give..." You've no idea what at this age and time in my life it means to me for someone to recognize my strength!

For the first time I have pictured myself with a life partner. For the first time I have met someone so wonderfully unique yet, conventional; challenging, yet, supportive.

He is responsible for some of my recent changes - without a doubt. Alas, he is also responsible for my being Happy and planning for a somewhat conventional future for the first time in my adult life.

Meet Patrick...

A Decision Made

Let's get this straight. This blog is not going to be written with the motive of solely entertaining. I could certainly go that route - and those who know me know how detailed my stories are - but at this point I prefer it just to be some sort of memoir or outlet for myself. Can it be that Elsa is taking baby steps at being conventional??

The last 6 months my life started a new chapter. It was inevitable. Time for a Big Move. Like I am fond of saying, "It's All a Decision Made". I moved away from my beloved gay town, Hillcrest, after 7 years of fitting in with the 'misfits' and unconventional people. And just where did I land but in east county - land of the born-again chiristians - in a cul-de-sac with a yard, a view of a lake, and a canyon for Jordy-the-Cat to play in. Whew! A year ago I never would have believed it!

That said, here I am: a 34-year-old Queen on her Throne living alone with her fat cat on her lap and her bedroom-turned-yoga/meditation room. Who would have thought it??.

What's more, six months and counting I've also been blessed to be in a relationship with a supportive, unique, brilliant-minded beau - but 'more on him later'... :)

There have been many changes this year. Many changes in my thought patterns and my perspectives. But, as usual, I have never taken the easy route on anything and I am not going to lie that it has not been an extremely difficult time to get here. That said NO ONE appreciates what they have worked for more than this woman...

Bienvenidos! Wilkommen! Bienvenuto! Welcome!

Honestly, it sounds so cliche but my boyfriend made me do this....



*I'm serious!! I got plenty to talk about but far be it for me (read: 'computer and gadget illiterate') to actually set up my own blog....