In spite of everything, 2013 has been a good year.
I’ve returned to London, I’ve spent time under the sun and gotten a serious sunburn, I’ve spent time picnicking with loved ones, I’ve been to nice parties with my girls, I’ve also had Red Bull for breakfast and danced until my hair was a mess; I’ve seen my dad cry, but I’ve also seen him laugh. I’ve spent time with my favorite people in the world, both in the good times and the bad. And, overall, I’ve been lucky to have such amazing people around me. This is for them.


One Month: December, 2013


Film: Notorious by Alfred Hitchcock

Song: Year of the Cat by Al Stewart

Album: The Stone Roses by The Stone Roses

TV Show: Downton Abbey (just because of the Christmas special)

Book: been reading “Lolita” by Nabokov. Also, “Let it Snow”

Perfume: Rose from ZARA

Blog: My bestfriend‘s blog, written in Spanish (most of the time)

Photo: Audrey Hepburn dancing with Gary Cooper on the set of Love In the Afternoon



Quote: “I’m not sure if I’m depressed. I mean, I’m not exactly sad. But I’m not exactly happy either. Ican laugh and joke and smile during the day, but sometimes when I’m alone at night I forget how to feel.” – written by John Green


The pink house



It was like a candy house, in a pale pink color, like cotton candy. The roof was made off graphite, dark grey colored, just like her eyes.

“That is my favorite part of the house,” she said, taking him back to reality. He looked into the direction she was pointing at. “There’s an attic with sloping ceiling, of course”

“So what if it’s a sloping ceiling?” he asked, intrigued by the explanation. She sighed, as if she was tired of having to explain the same thing over and over again.

“Well, an attic without a sloping ceiling is not an attic,” replied the girl, as if it was an obvious remark. “Come on, I’ll show you”


I’ve always had a thing with pink houses. In my computer, I’ve got saved some pictures of different ones. They’re just magical and always prompt me to imagine weird scenarios where a little girl lives in it and has a a secret attic where she likes to read, write, listen to old records and basically, where she daydreams.






Have you ever had a discouraging dream/nightmare where all you did was running and running around, chasing something or just lost?

I had these all the time.

According to “Dream Moods”, when you dream you’re “the one doing the chasing, then the dream may highlight your drive and ambition to go after something you want, or go after someone you want. On the other hand, it may also mean that you are falling behind in some aspect of your life and are having to catch up to others”

But, when you’re lost, it says “that you have lost your direction in life or that you have lost sight of your goals. You may be feeling worried and insecure about the path you are taking in life. If you try to call for help, then it means that you are trying to reach out for support. You are looking for someone to lean on. Alternatively, being lost means that you are still adjusting to a new situation in which the rules and conditions are ever changing.”

Dreams have always fascinated me. I’m not one who remembers her dreams, I tend to forget them the minute I wake up and therefore, remembering them always marks me. I’ve had a couple of “premonitory dreams”, as my dad said. Once, I dreamed I went bald on my right side of the head. I remember telling my dad, and looking up online what it meant. It said on some webpage (even though Dream Moods doesn’t seem to agree), that “dreaming that you’re bald on the right side means that a male member of your family will die soon” –that or that I was a bit hipster in my dream, anyway). Not too long after, my godfather died.


During my gap-year, as I tenderly refer to that full year of being lost after dropping out of Law School, I constantly had dreams in which I was lost in cities, woods, and some other scary scenarios -which would make sense with the meaning above, as I had no fucking idea about what I wanted to do with my life or what I was gonna become.


‘The Flying Dream’ by Richard Wilkinson


Last night, I dreamed I was running, hiding at street-corners and flying (!!!!), chasing a woman who had just robbed my purse. I was flying over an unknown city, trying to stay up enough time in order to see her (Dream Moods: Difficulty flying may also be an indication of a lack of confidence, lack of motivation or some hesitation on your part. Perhaps you  have set unrealistic goals for yourself and now you are struggling to meet those goals.)


Well then, I guess confusing times are here again.

That, or as a cold is slowly but steadily creeping up on me, last night I had a fever that made me have weird dreams.

Utopia and its gardens


Gardens in Christchurch, New Zealand
Jan 1972, taken by James L. Amos
National Geographic


This semester I read Utopia by Thomas More for my English Medieval Literature module. This picture reminded me of the Utopians gardening customs:


 “They cultivate their gardens with great care, so that they have vines, fruits, herbs, and flowers in them; and all is so well ordered, and so finely kept, that I never saw gardens anywhere that were both so fruitful and so beautiful as theirs. And this humor of ordering their gardens so well is not only kept up by the pleasure they find in it, but also by an emulation between the inhabitants of the several streets, who vie with each other; and there is indeed nothing belonging to the whole town that is both more useful and more pleasant. So that he who founded the town seems to have taken care of nothing more than of their gardens; for they say, the whole scheme of the town was designed at first by Utopus, but he left all that belonged to the ornament and improvement of it to be added by those that should come after him, that being too much for one man to bring to perfection.”  (Utopia – Thomas More)