One Year Ago Today…

…I stepped off a plane in Delhi India to see “Namaste” painted across the airport wall. 

This is the photo of a little girl touching her lips and scratching at the window begging for food. It was the first scene and shot I saw on the taxi ride from the airport. Soon there after at our first stop- yep, that elephant walked by.
Lets just say this was the beginning of quite an adventure. Nothing says Thanksgiving week like the Taj Mahal, being fitted for my very own Sari and stuffing my face full of naan.
Wow. What a difference a year makes.
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I’m In Love With A Guy Named Max Brenner

No, he doesn’t know. I haven’t had a chance to tell him yet. 

I’ve written about his NYC store before and how I look forward to the day I will walk in and get my very own Hug Mug of hot cocoa. Recently I ran across a book of his called Chocolate: A love story. Between that title and what he’s put on the first page of this read, I’m convinced he is the man for me. (In case you can’t read it clearly, it says; It is so simple, you just need to really love CHOCOLATE.)
Sigh. The man of my dreams.
Dear Max,
Will you marry me? 🙂
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Spread Hope

December 7th. Leaders from 192 countries will gather in Copenhagen to help solve our climate crisis. 

Hopenhagen.
Sign the petition here. Change powered by all of us. We CAN build a better future for our planet and a more sustainable way of life. Jump on the bandwagon with me and spread the word.
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OOh! Pick Me!

It’s so fabulous when a reader/follower from here (whom I still have never met but we have become quite good pals after many months via email. Love modern technology.) sends me a link to Yokmok to try to hook me up with some free travel. Thanks G! I’m emailing them and pitching why they should sent me on some random walkabout adventure so I can write about it. I figure that eventually after sending emails, making calls, etc. to these cool and interesting companies telling them I’d be happy to scrub their toilets, carry someone else’s luggage or dance naked on the street to be able to write this for a living, travel, interview people, etc.- someone will scoop me me up and take me in. If not I’ll keep trekking and figure it out on my own, then maybe someday they’ll be asking me for a job.

A thought just popped in my head about how I got one of the most excellent jobs I’ve had thus far. I waited on a bunch of the management team for this company lunch during one of my uber-glamourous restaurant jobs. As soon as I saw they worked for Red Bull I blurted out (exact quote); “When the hell are you Red Bull people going to smarten up and give me a job anyway?” I had never even met them before.
I got a job that afternoon, and worked for them for 3 years.
So I didn’t beat out thousands to become Ms. America, qualify for the Olympics or make a million bucks but I did beat out 65 people to score the awesomely-fun job. How? By not keeping my mouth shut. I didn’t do anything special, just clearly stated what I wanted. Never hurts to ask, or in this case- lightly demand…
Quiet women (or men) rarely make history right?
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