The Last Six Months…

These aren’t part of my #The100DaysProject, but I realized that they give a pretty good summary of what I’ve been up to lately. (Of course, by ‘lately’ I do mean ‘the last six months that I haven’t been blogging’. Whoops!) My roommate adopted a cat about three weeks after I moved in and while we’ve had to childproof half the cupboards, he’s the apple of our eyes and one handsome, spoiled feline. 

Saturday Wander Pt. I

I’ve mentioned before how I like doing things by myself, but that I haven’t really been doing that so much lately. So while everyone was sleeping off hangovers Saturday afternoon, I made my way into Madrid for some exploring and photo taking. While the weather wasn’t the best, compared to the weather we’ve been having, it was still nice and when the wind died down, warm. While I was still an awkward duck while ordering a coffee and banging my knees and bag on everything (there’s no half way with me. I’m either cool as ice and just glide on in or else I’m tripping over everything and not in a cute, dorky way, either.), it was refreshing and something I’ll be putting more effort into doing more often. 

Favourite Photogs: Paul Paxford

I linked back to Paul Paxford‘s site ages ago, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt to have him in the ‘Favourite Photogs’ list. If you hadn’t caught on by now, I kind of really like football. (Or soccer. It totally depends which continent we’re on. Or which team we’re talking about. I have a system in place, ok?) At Pitch Side Photo, Paxton does an amazing job of capturing non league football. And I do mean amazing.  Even though these matches might not take place in big stadiums or in front of roaring crowds, he makes this simplicity a good thing, an intimate and warm thing and shows us just how dramatic and heartfelt football at this level is. 

The Rival’s Stadium

I’d never been to a rival team’s stadium before. As a spectator, that is. It feels a little illicit, as if the stadium knows you’re not supposed to be there and is hissing in disapproval, trying to make you as uncomfortable as possible. Of course, this could just be me and I could just be overly sensitive to these things. But Melissa and I went to the Spain – Italy friendly last week, the match being held at the Vicente Calderón, the stadium of our city rivals, Atlético de Madrid.

International Women’s Day (Also: The Story of My Mother)

I don’t normally post on Saturdays,  but since it’s International Women’s Day (well, when I started this post, it was), I figured, “Why the heck not?” and so here we are.  (To be completely honest, I really just wanted to post for my Things I’m Loving bit because I found so many cool things that were so relevant to today, so I actually have nothing real planned out to write, so bear with me! Also check out everything below because they are super neat and awesome and inspirational and kick ass women doing things!)

I have to say that I was lucky growing up and being a girl. I mean, ridiculously, superbly, out of this world lucky. Of course, that’s not something I knew at the time and wasn’t until I left home and started talking to people and started expanding my reading and hearing people’s stories. But, I was. Starting off with my mother.