Posted by sol in life
Yes, that’s right… Michele and I will be welcoming a boy in April, and we will name him Leandro (italian and spanish for Leandros – Leander).
Hero was a priestess of Aphrodite who dwelt in a tower in Sestos, at the edge of the Hellespont. Leander (Leandros, or Λέανδρος), a young man from Abydos on the other side of the strait, fell in love with her and would swim every night across the Hellespont to be with her. Hero would light a lamp every night at the top of her tower to guide his way.
Succumbing to Leander’s soft words, and to his argument that Aphrodite, as goddess of love, would scorn the worship of a virgin, Hero allowed him to make love to her. This routine lasted through the warm summer. But one stormy winter night, the waves tossed Leander in the sea and the breezes blew out Hero’s light, and Leander lost his way, and was drowned. Hero threw herself from the tower in grief and died as well.
Now that we’ve seen his little hands and his little body on the ultrasound, and Doctor Thoeni having said in his funny italian that the baby had a “scrotum”, we have realized that we made a human being and that he exists and that we are going to be parents…. wow. In the meantime, this thing of being pregnant is, how to put it…. BIG.
My cousin Julie pointed out that a pregnancy is long like a school year. That is really long.
Posted by sol in images
Finally, the official array of wedding shots. By official I mean, all those pics on which we look stunning. Hehe.
Posted by sol in prattle
Last week it was my 26th birthday, and I was amused to notice how I begin to be less enthusiastic about my years passing by. This year I left the 1/4 century mark behind and with a child on his way and no more external financial support, the party was much more spartan than other years’ and more an excuse for seeing my friends rather than actually celebrating.
I cooked this beautiful paella and had all my dearest friends over.
I received a bunch of good books, a great Astor Piazzolla CD set, a felt i-pod pouch handmade by Chiara, and lots of baby stuff. Gifts are always the best part, along with cake
I swear that this post was ready a week ago, but wordpress sucks and it’s not my fault if everything went lost. So now I have to try to remember what I had written.
Oh yes. Pasadena, the Norton Simon Museum. I had the chance to admire my favourite painting of all times: Girl with lillies. I wish I could have taken it with me. It would look amazing on top of my bed, seriously.
We arrived to Hawthorne the next day, to meet the bride and groom, my brother and his girlfriend, and Michele’s texan family. It was cool because we were all in the same hotel so it felt like a school trip.
On our first evening in L.A. we met Ali, a friend of Michele from Connecticut that managed to arrange a business trip in order to be there the same time as us. We had persian food at a restaurant in Santa Monica Blvd, where we ate deliciously and laughed a lot. It was one of the most enjoyable moments of out whole trip!
Ali and Michele with laser eyes.
My bro Jose Alfredo, myself and Oscar, Ali’s friend and colleague, very funny guy.
The next day I spent it with my brother, driving around L.A. sightseeing Hollywood, Bel-Air, Rodeo Drive, and I can’t remember what else, shopping and eating junk.
Finally the real purpose of our trip, Stacy and Gabriel’s wedding. The whole album is here on Michele’s site. The wedding was really moving and really nice, and Gabriel and Stacy are great. She’s jewish and he converted. We forgot to ask about his circumcision. heee. Jk.
Other impressive facts: Michele in a tuxedo looked quite sexy and I managed to fit on this year’s dress even 4 months pregnant, after 12 days of binge eating.