Giving thanks

Welp. I survived my first major holiday away from home. I also got to cook my very own version of Thanksgiving dinner for my Spanish family. They seemed to really enjoy it. I made some green beans, mashed potatoes and a chicken (they don't really do turkey in Spain...). It was delicious and I felt proud to have accomplished this tiny miracle, especially since I was totally making things up as I went along.

Thanksgiving is always a time for reflection, and this year, being so far away from the people I love, I find myself especially thoughtful and even more thankful. I am so, so thankful for my family. It took me a while to realize it, but my parents are truly the coolest people. They have supported every decision I've made for my life and taught me so many important lessons. I am thankful for my aunts, uncle, cousins and family friends. I certainly wouldn't be who I am today without their love and support.  I am so thankful to have such good friends. They really help keep me sane, and as we support each other through the beginning of adulthood, I am just that much more thankful to have them stumbling along with me.

There are so many things to be thankful for, so many blessings. I really am looking forward to another year filled with health, happiness and adventure.

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Last Place

Yesterday I ran my first race. It was a 7K road race along the Paseo Marítimo in Coruña, it was also the most excited I've ever been to fail miserably.

I was so far beyond unprepared it's not even funny. And despite it all, I was able to finish absolutely last with a ridiculous grin on my face. The support from the spectators was incredible. The encouragement from the elite runners lapping me was overwhelming. Claps, cheers, pats on the back - probably the only reason I was able to finish.

As a relatively intelligent person, I know that failure is a part of life, a very big, very important part of life but it still doesn't feel good. Yesterday I learned just how amazing failure can feel and how good it can be for your mind, body and soul. I should probably mention that it was freezing and pouring rain the entire way. Yes, this last place as an accomplishment. It was a struggle to run the race in the first place but to add insult to injury I was being pelted by freezing rain and totally soaked through. It was all very poetic and special and I have a newfound appreciation for dry socks.

After this race, I have some serious goals. The first being to get my butt into shape to be able to run another race a little more successfully. The next, to be kinder to myself. I advocate kindness towards others in so many ways but it's not often that I give myself a break. If total strangers can cheer for me, I should probably start cheering for myself once in a while.

I'm so proud of my accomplishment yesterday and I look forward to many more miles of success and failure.

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Helping Hounds

The mission of Helping Hounds Dog Rescue is “to take unwanted, neglected, abused or homeless dogs, and provide them with emotional, medical, behavioral and physical support so they can be adopted into loving, permanent homes.” They are located at 6606 Kinne Road, Dewitt, NY. HHDR is a non profit organization that relies on community volunteers, donations, fundraisers and adoption fees. They work tirelessly to find "furever homes" for rescue dogs in the Central New York area. To learn more about HHDR, watch this and to offer your support visit helpinghoundsdogrescue.org/ 

Helping Hounds Dog Rescue

DeWitt, New York 

Spring 2013

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Hating Pork in Spain

I hate pork. I live in Spain. Hating pork in Spain is not only difficult, it basically makes you an outcast. I never thought I'd be one to discuss my eating habits, but moving to a different country isn't only a physical adjustment, it's a gastronomical one as well. I thought moving to Spain would be wonderful for my diet, all that hype about a Mediterranean diet had me excited.

For those as geographically clueless as me, the Mediterranean Sea does not border Spain. And even if it did, Coruña would be the farthest point in Spain from the Mediterranean coast... so, yea. That's a little embarrassing, but I digress.

Living in Spain is like living in a carbohydrate heaven. The family I was living with in Madrid had fresh baguettes delivered to their door every. single. day. They had a little mailbox like structure right outside the front door where the hot, fresh, baked to perfection bread was delivered daily - even on the weekends. I'll admit, there were some days when that's all I ate, that and a jar of pickled garlic (more on that magical culinary discovery later).

Combine the number of Chase banks, Starbucks, and street meat vendors in NYC and you won't even come close to touching the number of bakeries in Spain. Flakey, buttery goodness surrounds you at every turn. Much like a terrible eyebrow wax, you cannot escape.

Fried. Everything in Spain is fried, battered, and fried. The family I live with now has a deep fryer attached to their stove range. I mean, what is that?! There is also meat in everything, which bring us back to the difficulties of being a pork hater. There is meat in almost every dish. I would like to take a moment to admit that I did try a croquet with ham the other day, but that's only because it was chopped up into little pieces inside a deep fried dumpling like snack. That very same day I also tried pulpo, which is octopus. It wasn't earth shattering. It tasted like tuna. What is earth shattering is that pickled garlic I told you about. It's garlic that you can eat clove by clove without any of the consequences of un-pickled garlic. Try it. Put it on everything. It will change your life.

Basically, what I'm getting at is that my diet has been terrible and it's been much more difficult than I thought it would be to be healthy. When my pants started getting tighter (like super tight) I finally said to myself, "Taylor, you need to pump the brakes. You have a limited number of pants to last you the duration of your visa so chill with the bread and palmeras and pastels de crema and empanadas, etc." Also, all the dairy and wheat was making my stomach hurt and giving me headaches and that was awful.

So after my little pep talk, I joined a gym and started getting my culinary act together. Being healthy in moving to Coruña has had it's challenges, but it hasn't been as difficult as I thought, especially since my Spanish mom is a health nut. The lady is a stick. A stick with muscles and who runs a lot and eats very little. I don't particularly think the way she eats is the most healthy but it's nice to have someone to balance your act out.

I've been trying to cut way back on the dairy and bread. I do make my oatmeal in the mornings with milk, cinnamon and sugar. That keeps me full through the morning and through my workout. When I get home I have lunch, usually consisting of salads, all kinds of salads or leftovers if I'm feeling lazy. The veggies and fruits are really fresh here so I like to chomp on those with a little bit of protein for lunch. Snack is a big deal in Spain so for snack I usually have a yogurt or some more fruit. When Lola is home it's great because she cooks, but given the nature of her work there are many times when it's just me and the kids for dinner. Having to cook dinner for myself and three semi-picky children is interesting. I've had some hits and some misses. When in doubt, I just deep fry some potatoes with steak or whip up some pasta. I had a winner a few weeks ago with a lemon-y chicken and rice. I went a little overboard with the lemon so I'm not going to share my recipe until I perfect it.

I do miss the convenience and familiarity of eating in the US but I think inevitably, it will be okay that I hate pork in Spain, it might even make me a better person.

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Cancer costs, so she's doing something about it

Watch this video. It will change your life. Then, donate to her incredibly worthy cause #standbuy

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The best laid plans...

"The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry..." of this I am certainly certain.

Since I last wrote about a month ago, a lot has happened. I've moved to a new city in Spain, A Coruña, and well... that's about it, but it took a lot to find a place to move to and I've been very busy since the move about three weeks ago. My previous living situation in Madrid wasn't working out. I'll spare you the gory details but suffice it to say I was pretty miserable, but I refused to allow myself to waste a year of my life like that.

I'm actually pretty proud of the way I recognized a bad situation and then took steps to fix it. In the past I have chose to let frustration and disappointment consume me until a bad situation became much worse. Again, I will spare you the details but if you're really interested, ask me about that one weird year at college.

Four week ago when I recognized that I needed to get out of Madrid I was able to find a really wonderful family, living just outside of A Coruña, who was in need of an au pair. The schedule leaves me plenty of time for classes and private tutoring. Lola is a flight attendant for Air Europa and Chuny is an engineer and professional sailor. I haven't been able to meet Chuny yet because he is currently competing in the Volvo Ocean Race. He will be home for four days this weekend between the first and second legs of the race, and I'm looking forward to meeting him. They have three children Lola (12), Carlos (10) and Pepa (7). What a world of difference from the family I was living with in Madrid. Literally. This family is a global family, having traveled all over the world, even living in New Zealand for six months.

The children are fun to be around, they are smart and generally pretty respectful and polite. They really have become like younger siblings to me and as an only child, that really does mean a lot. Susana, the family's previous nanny is looking for work outside of Spain, but since she's still here she has been so tremendously helpful. Everyone that I've encountered here has been helpful and lovely.

The first few weeks I immediately connected with Lola and Carlos, but it took Pepa a little longer to warm up to me. I was nervous about it,  but eventually she came around. In fact, one afternoon I was doing Pepa's hair for Lola's 12th birthday party when Pepa asked me if I was coming to the party. I replied "Yep! If that's okay with you." She turned to me and said "Of course! You're part of our family now." That about brought me to tears. The family you're born to is one thing, but the family that you choose and who chooses you is a special kind of family and I don't remember the last time I felt so special. I'm just so much happier and now I'm really looking forward to spending the rest of my year with this wonderful, generous and kind family in Galicia.

Carlos, Lola, Me and Pepa at Plaza de Maria Pita

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