Sunday, August 26, 2012

Cheers, England! I'll Drink to That!



So I’d hopelessly imagined that once I’d come back from this little Cambridge excursion, I’d have a better grasp on an English accent. Or at the very least, a natural usage of the English vocal. Well folks—please try and pick up the little idioms I’ll try and incorporate out of sheer adoration for the British culture.


I was asked yesterday what I’m taking away from Cambridge. Mercy alive, I have loads of things to add to my Life Lessons Bucket. Cambridge sure as heck substantially added to my bucket and with great privilege and pleasure, I present some of the lovely things Cambridge has offered me:

-I’ve learned how to marvel. For me anyway, I forget sometimes what a blessing it is to marvel at something. The Lord’s blessed us with so many breathtaking things to marvel at—we just have to open our eyes. Beauty is out there, we’ve just got to know what you’re looking for. Be it centuries-old architecture, perfectly manicured grass, the rain trickling down cobblestone streets, the picturesque streetlamp shadow, a candle-lit dining hall with smartly dressed academics, the view from the library window, or even the sweet old couple holding hands through a stroll in the park. What an absolute delight it has been to marvel at my sweet Cambridge.

-I’ve learned that man is good. Goodness gracious, do I have faith in the goodness of people! I’ve been associating with all types of people for the past two months, and I feel so wonderfully edified and uplifted. We stand on different ends of the political spectrum, our taste in music and movies vary, our aspirations and dreams differ, we belong to universities across the world, and our idea of a “good time” is certainly diverse—yet, I’ve gained so much respect for difference. What a blessing it  is that God created man to be unique, yet through my experience at Cambridge, I’ve learned that God also created man to be similar in our desire to love and be happy. I truly believe that goodness can be found in anyone, we just have to ask the right questions. The individuals I’ve met I revere and support. They have good hearts that have personally strengthened my spirit and sweetened my soul.

-I learned about flying buttresses and nave elevation (Gothic Architecture class), thick ethical concepts and supernaturalism (Philosophy class), Maradona and the 4-Minute Mile (Sports Journalism class), how to properly eat tea and scones (jam and THEN cream) how small the world really is, that asking for a “garbage can” immediately pegs you as a tourist, that water fountains and paper towels are a North American commodity, that some of the best musical talent can be found on the streets, that cookies are biscuits, biscuits are scones, fries are chips, and chips are crisps, that pedestrians have no rights in the UK, that conversion rates will kill ya, that small children with English accents will melt your heart instantly, that being called “love” and “lovely” is just about the darn wonderfulest thing ever! and that Wagamama’s are only in the UK (yeah, worst news ever--- google ‘em folks. They’ll change your life!).

-But the thing that’s impacted me the most is the thing that I learned about myself. I knew that my Cambridge Direct Enrollment Program would teach me about all sorts of things and further me academically, which it did. But I NEVER imagined that it would be teach me about my OWN nature. I’ve come to realize that the standards and beliefs that I uphold are because of my own choice. The things that I stand for aren’t because my parents sat me down when I was 11 and told me to do or don’t do certain things. I stand for virtue and purity because I’ve come to know for myself that that is how you live the good life. I’ve learned that I’m an individual with my own cognition who’s picking up lessons along the windy paths I travel. I’m agent and an active player in my game of life. I’ve come to trust myself so much more. It’s not like my parents were constantly around to check on me or the BYU blessing of being surrounded by people whose dress, speech and media standards are the same as mine. Rather, I was relying on the testimony, beliefs and experiences I’ve had and the tender mercy of the Lord to help me along the way. Now let me mention, I absolutely ADORE the people I met this summer who’s culture and standards are completely different from mine. I love being around them because we respect one another, and unanticipated to me, I’m reminded of my strength. I’m a woman, standing for goodness and virtue when that voice has become so unpopular. We are a peculiar people and others recognize it. We should be different. We should embrace the light and radiance we house as members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints and uplift others with it. People realize that we’re different. That we, “Glow, radiate, and just have this goodness about us.” This stems from our innate desire to do what’s right for the Lord, not to please parents, church leaders, or even the smokin’ Elders’ Quorum President. Rather, we should choose His path for Him. I’m starting to grasp the divine nature I have. That I’ve been created to stand for something, to stand for more. To love. To appreciate. To look for the good. To grow. To be tried. To reach out. To search for light and truth. To learn. To try new things. To offer hope. To share and declare the “good news” of the gospel. To bear His name at all times, and in all things, and in all places. To explore. To embrace. And to enjoy. 

Sunday, August 12, 2012

LONDON 2012. The Olympics from within.

Once upon a time (like 6 months ago) I was signing up for my Cambridge classes. I signed up for Sports Journalism that had a class description stating that we would be using the 2012 Olympics as our backdrop. I thought, "Neato." So I then asked my sweet mamacita, out of pure curiosity, where the 2012 Olympics were gonna be. and lo and behold.

she said London. I had no idea. and since I then I've felt everrrrr so lucky to be able to taste of the sweetness and excitement of the Olympics FROM WITHIN.

FAST FORWARD. It's August 6, 2012. You and two of your greatest friends head off to see the Men's Olympic volleyball game (US vs. Tunisia) ***my sweet Jenessa's cousin is the assistant coach to the team! Here are some pictures of us at the game!!!

Just me. and the flag. and the rings. 



Jen Girl and I with our flags! Bein' all patriotic like!


Told you he's good lookin'!


My lovely Jenessa told me to grab my hair in exclamation!


EXPLORE the court after games. Because hey, you'll never know what might be poppin' out of those portals! Like... say... for instance... the MEN'S OLYMPIC VOLLEYBALL TEAM! takin' pics and signin' autographs!

EMBRACE your country. It's not that I've trivialized my nationality, but cheering on your team, listening to your national anthem, rockin' the red, white and blue-- makes you rill rill proud, and feel rill rill privileged! The Olympics are such a special time because they make you appreciate your country and others so much more!

ENJOY the closing ceremony, folks:) cuz I know I did! What, Spice Girls made a comeback! I'm not complainin' one ounce!!!
















HIGHLIGHTS, you ask?
-having the ENTIRE stadium sing "We are the Champions" in like 48 different languages. so. cool.
-sitting in front of Matt Anderson's mom, where we got the skinny on the team's most babein player.
-meeting Matt Anderson, as well as some of the rest of the team.
-getting stopped by NBC to ask us if we wanted to be on the news.
-cheering on the US, with some of the best Americans I know!

A Birthday in Barcelona--

Dear folks,

Birthdays are the tops. Especially other peoples'. But for me anyway, it seems like every year, my birthday just never comes. Because I'm either gone or everyone else is.

BUT NOT THIS YEAR! Alas, my friends, my 19th birthday, was BY FAR, the best one yet:)

Having finished my gothic architecture final a mere 30 minutes before our taxi picked us up, we were off to Barcy before I knew it, and I LOVED it that way. We flew with RyanAir, which is basically lima beans mixed with pop quizzes and a dash of a hangnail. AKA--the worst. But we landed. So I can't complain too much! We breathed in the humidity and inhaled bliss.

As we walked into our hostel we were greeted by loud Spanish music, people running all over the place, the smell of seafood, BRIGHT VIBRANT colors, and a sweet guy bedecked with a sombrero, clown nose, Harry Potter glasses, and bubbles-- his name is Philipe and he was our hostel homie (he ran the place), navigator, recommendeer, and dear friend. He was actually the first person to wish me a happy birthday--

herr we are! just moments after I grew out of 18 year-oldship!





The girls and I then toasted to paella CRAWLING with all sorts of creatures that we all took bites of, and even named that giant shrimp "Floyd"-- thanks Brookie:)






The night ended atop the roof of the hostel, overlooking the Barcelona city, while the girls whispered sang "Happy Birthday" to me. I got chills, as I felt so, so loved. Chauntel, Jen, Giselle, Jenessa, and Brooke-- thank you ladies, for making me feel so darn worthwhile!



NOW MY ACTUAL BIRTHDAY was spent exploring, embracing, and enjoying the Barcelona streets! We hit up La Rambla, like every good tourist does! We went to the World's largest fresh market and had the best darn beverage I ever had partaken of! Freshly made coconut and papaya juice! 





We had gelato TWICE, ate the yummiest, flavorest (word invention necessary) meals ever! EVERYTHING, absolutely EVERYTHING, in Barcelona screamed "VIBRANCY." The sounds, the colors, the accents, the street performers-- everything! Here are some quintessential Barcy pics:

Our lovely companion for lunch:)


SOOO Barcelona-- just a great picture, right?


the beautiful walkway:)


had to:)


I LOVE THE BARCELONA PIER! (not edited one bit:)


The lovely women:) We decided. Our next reunion trip?? Greece. 2017. 


Love me some Barcelona sunset.



NOWWWW. The best part of my entire day. We went to this magic "fontaine" show that everyone had been raving about. As we get there, we find the HOARDS of people that had the same idea we did! The music was loud, so rightfully so, I danced my best boogie, feelin' very Barcelona at heart. It was like midnight, we were gettin' soaked, the colors were changin' and gorgeous. Mercy, I can't even describe it. I just remember lookin' around at mah ladies, soakin' it all in (more than just the water:)






So this is me. 19 and countin'. Lovin' the Barcy feeling. Feelin' blessed beyond imagination. Life is SOO good to us. We just have to be willing to try it:) Because remember, THIS IS THE YES TRIP. 

EXPLORE the many different gelato options. Yes, there's your fav, and of course they're going to have plain vanilla, but hey! You might just wanna give yourself a self-fist-bump when you discover a new favorite flavor! I mean I was fist-bumpin myself left and right when I found that coconut and nutella is like CHRISTMAS together!

EMBRACE the fact that if you're on a special trip, that you might not ever come back there again. So please, for your sake and my own, LIVE IT UP. Do the most that you can. That way you can walk away completely, entirely fulfilled. (I was really aided in this cause because my sweet Jenessa is the BEST TRAVEL BUDDY ever! She gets you from Point A to Point B soooo darn efficiently, while ensuring you hit up all of the good stuff, and still have time to stop and smell the flowers:)

ENJOY every, and I mean EVERY, opportunity you're granted to feel, simply but perfectly put, free. Even if it means getting soaked. ESPECIALLY if it means getting soaked.

I reached fulfillment in Barcelona, folks. I'm still thirsty and eager for more! To push myself further, to try new foods I can't pronounce, to say YES to new things, and to be thrown into a pot of boiling water (metaphorically speaking, of course) so I can just explore, embrace, and enjoy the culture!