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| That's enough for today :). |
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Why "no pasa nada," you ask?
I'm new to blogging, so bear with me. I was scrambling for something to write about in the first post when I realized that probably no one will understand my blog title.
Last summer, I spent 2 and a half awesome/tough/homesick/invaluable months in Valencia, Spain. I lived with and worked for a family of three and took care of their 3-year-old, not-so-bilingual son during the week days. This family became my family for those 2 and a half months, so I naturally adopted their way of life. I learned quickly that no one is in a hurry in Spain, although it may seem like it when they zip by in their go-cartesque cars. Of all the people in Spain, my host mom, Marian, was in the least hurry of them all. I believe that this is because she lives a "no pasa nada" kind of life. If we arrived to a party and hour late; when Fernandito fell in the kitchen and put a gash in his head that produced A LOT of blood; when I set the alarm off in the house and consequently called the Spanish authorities (who never came, ha); when I burned dinner or when Fernandito slung a fit that made me want to get out my grandfather's belt, I would hear these words: "No pasa nada", carino. No pasa nada. Don't worry. Everything is okay. Nothing is so big of a deal that it should disrupt your entire day or put you in a bad mood or cause you to think that the world is a less beautiful place.
Now that I'm back home, it's harder for me to live the "no pasa nada" life. We Americans are so obsessed with getting ahead and being successful, we work ourselves up into a tizzy everyday. Or at least I know I can. So this is a reminder for myself to remember that God won't give me anything that I can't handle, and worrying won't fix anything. It's a reminder to slow down and enjoy life instead of just simply making it through the day.
So, to the zero to 2 people who are reading my blog, don't worry 'bout a thing.
Besos!
Last summer, I spent 2 and a half awesome/tough/homesick/invaluable months in Valencia, Spain. I lived with and worked for a family of three and took care of their 3-year-old, not-so-bilingual son during the week days. This family became my family for those 2 and a half months, so I naturally adopted their way of life. I learned quickly that no one is in a hurry in Spain, although it may seem like it when they zip by in their go-cartesque cars. Of all the people in Spain, my host mom, Marian, was in the least hurry of them all. I believe that this is because she lives a "no pasa nada" kind of life. If we arrived to a party and hour late; when Fernandito fell in the kitchen and put a gash in his head that produced A LOT of blood; when I set the alarm off in the house and consequently called the Spanish authorities (who never came, ha); when I burned dinner or when Fernandito slung a fit that made me want to get out my grandfather's belt, I would hear these words: "No pasa nada", carino. No pasa nada. Don't worry. Everything is okay. Nothing is so big of a deal that it should disrupt your entire day or put you in a bad mood or cause you to think that the world is a less beautiful place.
Now that I'm back home, it's harder for me to live the "no pasa nada" life. We Americans are so obsessed with getting ahead and being successful, we work ourselves up into a tizzy everyday. Or at least I know I can. So this is a reminder for myself to remember that God won't give me anything that I can't handle, and worrying won't fix anything. It's a reminder to slow down and enjoy life instead of just simply making it through the day.
So, to the zero to 2 people who are reading my blog, don't worry 'bout a thing.
Besos!
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| Me, Isaskun, Marian, and my little Fern. This was after one of my last dinners with the fam. We didn't eat until at least 9:30 most nights, and we often sat and ate, talked, and drank until past midnight. |
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