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I moved to this fabulous city three years ago mainly to; be near an airport for travel, be able to not trade my stilletos for trainers, and to finish my doctoral studies in four years. Yes, that pretty much sums up my priorities at 30. So now I am ABD with nine months to go and San Francisco is no easy city to ignore. Although, I would argue that each experience that deters my academic writing is really just needed inspiration. Welcome and I hope you enjoy...

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Location: San Francisco, California, United States

Bilingual, Bicultural, and Dual Citizen. J School B.A., M.A. in High Incidence Disabilities, & ABD in Education.

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

La Airgirl

She wanted to go to the swapmeet and we had to get, "Fiiinnne." I wasn't sure I had brought anything to wear that would meet her daytime requirements...

This wasn't just daytime guapa or cute but "Fiiinnne." I figured that meant full cha-cha make up, and good denim? I had to borrow a thing or two but all three of us pulled it off. It was worth it. We had fun walking up and down the aisles, drinking coco's helados and eating doraditos out of a bag with chile and limon, while shopping.

We headed to her favorite cafe for her pre-birthday lunch. We talked about what it was like to be away from the family, since all three of us lived in different states and had shared the similar experience. We agreed it was good to be home, and it always would be.

We tried to shop at Gigante for party treats, but all we could think to buy was diet coke, bunuelos, birthday candles and champagne. I saw a supersized Nescafe I would have loved to stash in my carryon, and La Lechera out of an ergonomic pour bottle- yum!

We took a picture of manteca, it was just cool to see it on the shelf. You could either buy it in the red Farmer John cardboard box, or in a clear butcher like package which we preferred as we squished it around under the plastic wrap. They asked me what it was. Oh, animal fat, right? "What kind?" No se, but I know it makes the food really yummy.

After we realized you couldn't put candles on bunuelos we picked up a pie. At the house we got everyone around the table and sang happy birthday...she made us sing twice and we took pictures and a mini video. She stopped to make a wish before she finally blew out her 19 candles.

It was perfect. Mis padrinos, my parents, mis primos around the kitchen table laughing and eating birthday bunuelos and pie before dinner...Love.


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