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Santa Fe Day 1-2 Girl Power [Apr. 1st, 2011|10:01 pm]
another_danae
Quotes of the day
"You know what they say, you can't polish a turd" - Californication
"This version of bruschetta offends our sense of what a bruschetta should be" - Masha (at Secreto bar)
"I'm so relaxed I could die right now" - Polina (at Thousand Waves Spa)

Day 1
We are up at the crack of dawn every day here thanks to the time change. Our first morning began with a yummy breakfast at "The Grove" in Albuquerque, where eggs were complimented by most wonderful things like asparagus and cheese. Then, on to our official exercise of this vacation - hiking at the Kasha Katuwa park. Three and a half hours of semi-strenuous physical activity with some steep vertical incline was sure to make us hungry again. Tapas were sure to hit the spot at La Boca (where bruschetta was served in a bowl with truffle oil and tasted phenominal but had obviously never met the real bruschetta). Santa Fe graced us with wonderful weather, 70s and sunny, perfect for strolling and enjoying all the pretty curvy buildings. Stopping by for a jalapeno-salted martini and crappy appetizers at Secreto Bar at St. Francis Hotel, we decided to take the party back to our b&b. Of course, no evening could be complete without an exhorbiant amount of wine, a good old-fashioned pillow fight, and Californication.

Day 2
Enough exercise, today is all about relaxation. I mean, we are a bunch of overworked overstressed mamas! Massages for everyone at the Thousand Waves spa! Then, reconvene again at the Shoji private bath. Lounging naked in the middle of the forest is just my thing, very, very relaxing. Of course, all this relaxation is hunger-inducing. On to lunch at Jambo cafe (afro-caribbean yumminess). We keep missing the shopping hours, how annoying! The gallery hop did not provide the promised wine and cheese but was a very enjoyable walk with lots of outside sculpture art (I'd love to install some of it in my yard!)
Let's see where the evening will lead... More wine, cheese, pillow fights?
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borrowed this curious test from Myshevod [Jan. 9th, 2009|10:00 pm]
another_danae
[mood |accomplished]

Мои результаты теста "Насколько я свободен?"
Границы во внутреннем мире
35%
Границы кругозора и познания
25%
Границы, поставленные другими людьми
35%
Границы, поставленные мной по отношению к другим людям
35%
Границы активной жизненной позиции
25%
Границы психики
45%
Границы физического тела
45%
© Человек без границ 2005
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my dislikes [Jan. 8th, 2009|04:03 pm]
another_danae
[mood |calmcalm]

...and most of all, I hate pretentious people. You know who you are. The ones trying to tell the world how smart/well read/exciting/beautiful/sexy/traveled/successful you are. Well, we are very impressed. But you will not get more love from the world because of this. Your significant other might still dump you if you leave the toilet seat up. You will be impressive and alone. So stop it, we got it, you're cool.
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freedom [Nov. 1st, 2008|03:40 pm]
another_danae
[mood |boredbored]

I wanna be young again, and rich too, so I can plan fantastic three-week-long vacations to Thailand or Australia and be able to actually go there with my young rich friends, see the world and be happy ever after. The funny thing is, I can already see myself as my teenage kids come to me with this same idea. I would say, 'why don't you get a job and an education and then we'll talk about it'. I would be worried my kiddies are becoming richie-bitchie brats. Then they would grow up without seeing the world... Maybe I can raise my kids to be the photographers for National Geographic... they could even take me with them on photo shoots in the African jungle or the Galapagos Islands.

Damn it, it sucks not to be free to take off wherever I want on a random Wednesday. Do I have to vacation in Mexico my entire 30s?
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Still whining [Aug. 18th, 2008|12:06 am]
another_danae
[mood |soresore]

Now I totally get why people get addicted to opioids. I'm laying in bed in horrible pain, and the nurse says, "honey, would you like something to make you feel better?" and I say "sure, bring it on, i could use some fentanyl about now." And then I'm floating, and I'm still in horrible pain but I just don't care. It's kind of an interesting feeling...
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Regarding wine [Aug. 1st, 2008|07:28 pm]
another_danae
[mood |bouncybouncy]

So, I wonder how do people actually become wine snobs? Does it happen only after you've spent some time working at a winery, stomping some grapes, smelling the earth and barrels, and what-not? More likely, it happens like this. You go to France... or Italy... or Napa... or your local wine bar with little descriptions on cards for each glass. You come back a wine enthusiast, drunk as a skunk on some 55 varieties of local flavors. You are now officially a wine snob. Especially if you've spent lots of money on expensive bottles. He-he, it's fun.
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Blondie's Cakes [Apr. 5th, 2008|08:13 pm]
another_danae
[mood |excitedexcited]

So my sister finally decided to take my advice and came up with a little website to advertise her wonderful cakes. There is a little story behind each one, it's so cute! She takes orders and can customize your perfect cake. You won't be disappointed (maybe only at all those extra pounds you've gained after eating a whole cake all by yourself). I recommend anything hazelnut, and also the peach butts.

http://blondiescakes.blogspot.com/
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the goddamn metric system [Dec. 15th, 2007|03:06 pm]
another_danae
[mood |quixoticquixotic]

I just realized I was writing "feet" instead of "meters". It's a slight difference, yes?

And what the hell does "quixotic" mean? I'm going to go look it up, and try to use it in a sentence tonight. Imagine the scrabble points!
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Day 8 - Tihuanaca - home [Dec. 8th, 2007|03:09 pm]
another_danae
Our taxi driver drives us 1.5 hour to the ruins of Tihuanaca, waits for 2 hours, and then drives us back - all for $40! The place is an ancient temple of sorts, still in process of uncovering (there is no funding for archaeologists). There are three temples - one underground, one ground level, and one raised. Some of the huge monoliths remain, the details on the stones showing the snakes, the llamas, the pumas, and the condors once again. We paid a tour guide to tell us about all the pottery and potatoes yet again. These people are sure proud of their potatoes. I'm so sick of potatoes!
Hope I will never see the town of El Alto ever again - this place is scary and sad. A couple more hours, and we fly back. See ya there.
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Day 7 - La Paz city tour [Dec. 8th, 2007|02:48 pm]
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Our tour guide is an Idian dude who was adopted by a German family who lived in Bolivia for a while because of some contract. When the contract was over, the family moved back to Germany, but our Indian friend found that the country wasn't very tolerant of people with dark skin, and decided to go back to live in Bolivia. So, the resulting accent was really cool - a German/Bolivian mix in English.
La Paz sits in kind of a hole in the mountains - the highest point about 4100 ft, the lowest 3100ft. The lower you get, the richer the inhabitants, and the poorest folk lives on top of the mountains with the best views of the canyons. A little outside the city is "Moon Valley" - the place looks kind of like Bryce Canyon, with huge natural rock formations all over. The middle of this thing was destroyed and made into a golf course with a view onto the Moon Valley. Sad, huh?
Back in the city, we visit a couple museums and an art gallery. If you close and open your eyes at the right moments, La Paz seems sort of livable. Our tour guide shows us the official Bolivian soccer stadium, and informs us that Bolivia is now prohibited in participating in the World Cup because the other countries thought it inhumane for their teams to play at 4000ft elevation.
The Witch Market sells llama fetuses, armadillo carcasses, and wildcat skins as amulets and treatments for various ailments. The rest is more or less colorful crap.
At night our tour guide escorts us to the cheesiest dinner-and-show thing, where the ladies dance traditional dances in the shortest miniskirts, much to the enjoyment of the old geesers at the next table. Shoju gets drunk as a skunk, and tries to drag Mike and Alex with him. Mike takes a vodka shot from a bottle with snakes in it. Alex is suckered into drinking a shot of what he describes as a shot of acid - but Shoju tells him it's just venomous spider liqueur. Alla and I are afraid to eat of drink anything by this point, our stomachs too tired from the last several days.
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