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Sooo…

It’s been a minute, hey.

To say it’s been a crazy, whirlwind, hellish year is truly an understatement. But here we are, July is sneaking in and to be quite honest, I can’t wait for this year to be over. But enough of the sob story.

Lately, I have actually been in a bit of a baking craze. Don’t ask me why but baking on the weekend has been my creative outlet. It’s one thing that truly brings me joy. Now, I’m not really a fan of eating the pies (that’s where the friends & fam come in) but I truly love making them.

Sooo…all that to say, I made a new blog for my baking adventures, if you will. If you would like to take a gander, head on over to pieonsunday.wordpress.com.

 

Cheers!

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Just a month ago…

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There has been so much that has happened lately that I have had a hard time trying to write something down but today has been  one month since Dad passed. It’s taken me about a month for things to calm down a bit and sink in.

A little over a month ago I packed up my car, Gatsby and started driving back to Vegas. I left Nashville to be back with the fam. Dad was super ill and I knew that I needed to be back to spend as much time as possible with him as his days appeared to be numbered. Little did we know, his days were to soon come to an end. We got into town very early in the morning on the 23rd, later on that day he went to the hospital and then a little over a week later on the 6th he breathed his last breath.

I made it just in time.

And now it has began to truly hit me. It has been an absolute whirlwind and now that the dust seems to be settling, reality is setting in. My dad is gone. Yes, he is absolutely in a better place without any pain and suffering but I miss him so much. I am my dad’s twin. I look mostly like him and personality wise, I am very much Dan.

He was an incredible man When he was a kid, his parents abandoned him and he had to grow up on the streets. He was a wild child. He was a fighter like none other. He did not know how to give up and did whatever he had to do to get ahead. He had nothing and worked his ass off to come so far. His journey was a difficult one.

And in the midst of it all, he loved us with everything he was. He wanted the absolute best for my mom, my brother and I. He was a man full of dreams and ideas. He busted his ass to get ahead. He could talk your ear off with his stories and make you laugh when you felt like absolute shit. He had no shame. Once he had an idea in his head, there was no stopping him.

His love for his family and those he loved was incredible. He was compassionate and caring. He knew what it was to be hungry, with nothing and lonely therefore he did whatever he could to make sure that those around him would not have to feel that way. Yes, he was rough around the edges, to say it nicely, but he truly had a heart a gold under it all.

He taught me to preserve and never give up. To fight and do whatever needed to be done to accomplish my goals. He taught me how to be wild and free. He showed me how to find solutions to problems and how to enjoy the little things in life. He taught me how to shoot a gun when I was five, when I was a toddler he would take me out body surfing in the waves, he would take me on crazy roller coaster rides before I probably should have, we would sit on a dock and fish for hours, we would wander around the woods just for the heck of it. He would stop on the side of the road to pick me some wild flowers. He showed me how to ride a bike and then later taught me how to drive in a big ass suburban. He encouraged me to pursue the desires of my heart, how to cook without recipes and not let fear stop me in life. He showed me how to love people regardless of their status and to have compassion for all.

He was a crazy, wild man.

He had more hopes and dreams than probably most people. He had so many plans that he did not get to accomplish. There were places that he longed to go to, things he wanted to do, people that he wanted to meet.

But I guess that’s where I pick up the ball. That just might be the place where I keep going from. I loved his wild heart. Although, I think it came across a bit harsh at times and most people didn’t really understand him, I loved that fire within him. His passion, his unending dreaming, his love. I will forever hold that dear to my heart. I will forever carry that wildness within me. That tenacity and stubbornness to accomplish what needs to get done in order to achieve what I want in life.

Yes at times he drove me crazy but I will forever miss him. It sucks not having him around anymore. Not hearing his crazy singing and not having him bugging me. I hate walking up to the house and not seeing him sitting outside with his book enjoying the night air. I even miss his crazy commentary, not really know what he was talking about but dead certain that he was right whilst watching basketball games.

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I know that life will never be the same without him here. It sucks knowing that he didn’t get to grow old with my mom, give me away on my wedding day (if that ever happens) or get to see those grandkids that he always wanted. No matter where life may take me, he will forever be in my heart. I don’t understand and there are so many questions that I have. I hate that he had to go in the way that he did but I know that in some way or fashion it will all be okay. It probably wont be today or tomorrow but some day down the road, it will be okay. Of course, I have come to realize that I will forever feel like there is a piece missing without having my dad here on earth anymore, but I know that one day I will see his crazy ass again and it’ll be a glorious time.

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For now, this is a season that I must walk through, although if I’m completely honest, it feels as if I am barely able to crawl through some days. I trust and know that in some way life will work out, as it always does. I trust and have peace that although it may not always appear so, God has it all in control. This year so far has been a rough one filled with storm after storm but one day I will feel that sunshine again and be able to wander to my next adventure.

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Let’s try something different

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If you’ve read most of my other posts you may be able to tell that I am a bit of a foodie.

I hope not to be an obnoxious one, but I truly do love and appreciate all types of food. I also believe that food shapes and influences every culture in the world. You cannot fully experience a location without trying its local cuisine. Every place has some sort of plate or recipe that is special and tells a story. Whether its a common dish or something a little more unique for special occasions it all has a unique part in shaping a culture.

Food has the ability to unite people in an incredible way.Therefore, I have decided to add some recipes to the blog.

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I do not have a specific type of cuisine that is my absolute favorite. I genuinely love and appreciate a little bit of everything. Lately I have found myself making homemade ramen from scratch to butter chicken to a Spanish inspired pizza. I do get quite a bit of inspiration from other blogs and cookbooks but I tend to add my own little twist whether its due to the ingredients that I have or just because I like to do things my own way. I tend to post pictures on Instagram (of course) but I feel like I want to do a little more than that.

So I guess we’ll just have to wait and see what happens. This is something that I am truly passionate about and of course, it’s always fun to do something new.

If y’all have any ideas or suggestions on different foods that are either your favorite or something that you’ve always wanted to try, please leave me a comment and let me know. I am always looking for new things to try.

XO,

Bec

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#WanderlustWednesday: Granada, Spain

My heart is currently set on Europe. I am desperate to go to Spain (amongst several other countries).

Since I was being lazy on New Years Day I decided to catch up on some shows. Both Booze Traveler on the Travel Channel and Anthony Bourdain’s Parts Unknown on CNN had episodes in Spain with the mention of Granada in each one.

Granada is the capital of the province of Granada which lies in the region of Andalusia in Spain. It is at the base of the Sierra Nevada mountains and is about an hour away from the Mediterranean coast. The city is the 13th largest urban area in Spain.

The most famous structure in Granada is the Alhambra which is a Moorish citadel and palace. It is the most renowned building of Andalusian Islamic history. There is a heavy Moorish influence in the architecture of the city.

Granada is a city full of History and Culture. From some of the earliest Celtic immigrants to gypsies to the Roman invasion, all have crossed paths in Granda.

Of course, tapas are a way of life in Granada. When hanging out with friends at night, going from bar to bar ordering drinks and sampling some incredible food.

Through it all, my heart longs to wander amongst Spain.

 

 

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I know I’ve been a little quiet on the blog this month and for that I apologize.

Not to go into any great detail, bottom line is, it’s been a rough month. Several unexpected things have popped up that have pretty much sucked. Yet, such is life.

There’s always valleys and mountaintops to conquer. It’s through those ominous valleys in which we get stretched and grow as a person. And, somehow, at the end of the day I fully believe there’s a purpose and a reason for it all. I may not understand but i trust that everything’s going to work out and be ok.

For the last couple of weeks the quote at the top has come to mind. Sometimes you just need a reminder to have a bit of courage. The circumstances won’t last forever and if you don’t give up you’ll be stronger for it in the end.

XOXO,

Bec

#Wanderlust Wednesday: Wellington, New Zealand

Here’s to the last post of 2014…

One of the things that I regret not doing whilst living in Australia was going over to New Zealand. It would’ve been a short plane ride compared to about 16 hours now from LAX. I guess I’ll just be forced to go back, in which I would gladly go in a heartbeat.

This week I’ve started to fall in love with Wellington, New Zealand. Wellington is the capital the nation. It is located on the Southwestern end of the North Island on the Cook Strait which separates the North and South Islands of New Zealand. It is the Southern most capital of the world. Lonely Planet named Wellington as “the coolest little capital in the world”. Food & Wine also listed Wellington as “One of the most romantic cities in the world.”

Wellington is one of the cheapest cities in the world to live in. It was listed as the 12th best quality of living in the world in 2014. With it’s moderate climate throughout the year, being on the ocean and near the forest and mountain regions, Wellington is known for being a very active city. It is a very walkable city with good public transportation.

Not only  are there various outdoor activities, Wellington is also known as the Culture Capital of New Zealand. The city host several different film and art festivals. There is a large theater district and several art galleries. The New Zealand ballet and Symphony orchestra call Wellington home. The city is lined with public sculptures and poetry. Te Papa Tongarewa, the national museum & art gallery is one of the most popular things to do. One of the most famous attractions to Wellington is that it is the heart 7 soul of New Zealand film making. Peter Jackson, the director of The Lord of the Rings and Avatar, calls Wellington home.

Wellington also has a budding coffee, food & cocktail scene. It is the craft beer capital of the nation. The city is internationally known for its beer & coffee. There are about 750 cafes & restaurants, which is more per capita than New York City. It has some of the best restaurants in the nation. There are several food tours that are available to take. The Wairarapa Wine Region is nearby if wineries are more of your taste.

Wellington has a creative feel within its cosmopolitan city. It’s sophisticated like a capital city but has the warmth of a small town’s personality. When I finally get the chance to go back to the South Pacific, Wellington will now definitely be on my itinerary.

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For more on Wellington, wellingtonnz.com.