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The economists should be noticing a slight shift in the economy after this weekend.  My visiting dear friend and I went shopping until the credit cards were getting too thin to be processed.  Just kidding.  Those things never get too thin to be processed.  The power of the plastic money.

Shopped my village until they were calling us on first name basis.  My dear friend helped a woman buy a $185 overcoat to visit Chicago.  Then she in turn, bought the same coat, and got a 10% discount.  Karma all the way.

Had lunch at a Cuban cafe.  Cuban sandwich, also called Media Noche, fried yuca, fried ripe plantains (what else) and flan to make the extending waists so much happier.  Today, Sunday it was caramelized peaches with cranberries spinach salad.  I had the familiar caesar salad and we shared the five cheese, basil/tomatoes pizza on a wheat crust.  Making the elastic of the waist of our slacks happy, we had red velvet cake for dessert.  What a happy life!!!

Also, I am getting a free facial at a high-end retail store, when  I purchase products worth $125.  Nothing is for free in life.  What did you think?  My face is somewhat good-looking, but not that much to appeal to the kindness of the saleswoman to just volunteer out of the blue of the sky to just hand me a free facial.  My visiting friend will have to wait her turn.  She is skipping town on Monday.

The damage done with the stuffing our faces with food and libations were offset by the walking for hours in the mall and in the village.

And of course, there goes the train to make it just perfect!

Hope you have enjoyed the narration of our journey through the food alleys of somewhere in Florida.  We certainly did!!

So…it was today…21 August, 2011…another day of being grateful for the wonderful life I have and making a toast to my good fortune of having the greatest friends anyone can ask for.  Thanks dear friend,  and may our paths cross again soon.  In the meantime, may you experience much happiness and joy together with your lovely family.

Your Happy Contessa

“It is not how much you spend, but how you spend it.”  Happy Contessa, a happy American citizen, writer, philosopher and expert in happiness.  21 October…-

Today was a day for cats and dogs to fall from the heavens and totally drench us all in this neck of the woods.  My brain’s still driving in the most intense thunderstorm I have ever driven through in a long, long time.  I pretended to my visiting “snow bird” that I was with it.  No problem, I can do this.  I am not stopping to wait until the rain stops.  No…I am a cool chick.  Well…just a few minutes ago she said…”you still have to write your blog”…and I thought, what was that, again  What is she talking about?  Oh…yes, the blog!

The neurons are not even connecting with each other right now.  There were lightnings all around us trying to see if they could zap us.  Thanks God no luck for them this time.  I am still trying to add two plus two equals two plus two, right?  Whatever that means.

As you can deduct, not too much of a good luck today in my production of a decent literally piece to entertain us all.  I am trying really hard, but all I am doing right now is laughing at my efforts of being with the pains of labor to produce.  Producing nothing it is.

I guess this is going to be all for today.  There is a nebula surrounding my cranium right now and everything is very foggy.  Hopefully there will be more clarity tomorrow.

Thanks for reading this piece of words put together by the magic of a screen and fingers that type.

So…it was today…18 August, 2011…a day of navigating through the intense fog of inspiration and coming through with nothing much.

Your Happy Contessa

“A person who never made a mistake, never tried anything new.”  Albert Einstein, German born theoretical physicist.  Developed the theory of general relativity.  14 March, 1879 – 18 April, 1955.

This is becoming a foodies blog…whatever gives, I’ll take.  Let me get going.

Lucy, a “snow bird” is visiting me during the heat of the summer.  She came out of the terminal with her hair looking all smooth and freely flowing, really a good hair moment…then by the time we were a bit far away from the airport, there goes the hair…up in a bun.  Humidity at its best.  So much for the freely flowing good hair.  You know how important is hair for me.

Enough of the hair issues.  I am very glad to have her come to visit me and check my new digs.  She approved of my new pad and…wait a minute, this posting is mainly supposed to be about the incredible tasting and great looking food showing on the picture above.

Someone had told me about this supermarket that caters mainly to the ever-growing Hispanic population in this area, but also they have a deli that really numbs your brain in trying to decide what are you going to have to eat.  Showing are the arroz con guandules, carne guisada, yuca encebollada, pollo horneado, platanos maduros y dulce de guayaba.  In same order, rice with pigeon peas, stewed beef, yuca is a tuber and it was prepared with onions; chicken rotiserie, and of course, ripe plantains.  Dessert was a form of cake mixture with guava paste.  I forgot to take a photo of the “tres leches, ” a dessert made with three different kinds of milk, one of them being condensed milk.  Sweet, but not overwhelmingly sweet.  Just perfecto!

They gave us enough to last for maybe three days.  Aside note, we did pay for it.  The generosity lasted just long enough to last Friday.  I am not complaining.  It was a pleasure to pay for today’s banquet.

All these foods and flavors brought so many memories.  I am finding all these unique places that will cater to my wants and needs without having to use the stove at all.  Hurray for that!!!!

So…it was today, 17 August, 2011, a day to enjoy my visiting “summer snow bird”…and tasting the so ever delicious Hispanic food…from my new neighborhoods.

Your Happy Contessa

“Food is our common ground, a universal experience.”  James Beard, an American chef and food writer.  5 May, 1093 – 21 January, 1985.

Last Friday a friend of mine and I visited this supermarket, which I think is being used as a pilot program and training ground for future management trainees.  It is an older chain that has been upgraded.  Oh mine, what an upgrade.  From the moment you step inside, it is overwhelming with the sights, colors, aromas, and so much to choose from what to eat.  Yes, they do have all kinds of hot meals and cold salads, so much that there I was salivating and didn’t know where to start.  Then, to put the icing on the cake, the management is all over you, trying to make you very happy.  They make you feel important.  The state of our national economy is really working on people’s brains, and pocketbooks.

Meats looked so appealing, breads that tempt you to have a bite, and oh, forget about desserts.  After finally deciding on barbecued pulled pork, some red potatoes baked in lots of herbs, then right there together with these two sides, I scooped some bread pudding and put some banana custard right on top of it.  I started eating a little bit of everything at the same time.  No waiting on my account to follow the routine of waiting to the end to have dessert.  Oh, no!  This is the first time I have ever done this, and really…it felt pretty good.

Oh, I forgot.  My friend and I were fussing as to whom was going to pay for lunch.  In the meantime, one of the managers came by and used her card and paid for both of us, while we were still arguing.  We didn’t realize what had happened, until she told us to enjoy our lunch on her account.  Now, wait a minute.  Where are we?  Visiting another planet?  Yes…it happened and then there was free coffee.  So we went into this supermarket, had a free meal, and drink , and walked out without spending one cent.

On the way out, I tried to find some filters for my a/c unit, because I felt kind of guilty of not spending any money, but at $10 a piece, my generous spirit said that I should wait, and maybe in the future reciprocate the favor.

So…it was today…16 August, 2011…a day of describing another day in my life of unexpected blessings and having my dessert and eating it first too.

Your Happy Contessa

“If you are afraid of butter, use cream.”  Julia Childs, an American chef, author and television personality.  15 August, 1912 – 13 August, 2004.

Look at the splendor of these trees covered partially with Spanish moss.  There’s so much of it in this part of the South.  By now all of you know my admiration for all things dealing with nature, be it flora or fauna.  More inclined to flora, though.

This was in a hardware’s store parking place.  It seems that they built around all the trees and what you get when you are in the parking lot are all these trees covered with Spanish moss.  Just breathtaking.

This is a close-up of this incredible live organism.  It is a flowering plant that grows upon larger trees.  It gets its nutrients from the air and rainfall.  It rarely kills the trees, but it weakens them by reducing its exposure to the sun, thereby reducing photosynthesis, and weighing down and breaking the branches.  The circle of life once again.

And here’s one last shot.  Isn’t it all so grand.  I so love nature and how it connects with your spirit.  It gives me this incredible moment of identifying with something so much bigger than me.  It swells me with joy and gratitude to be able to witness the many miracles of creation and its Creator.

So it was today…15 August, 2011…a day of connecting with nature and of being grateful to be witness to wonder.

Your Happy Contessa

“But not only medicine, engineering, and painting are arts; living itself is an art.”  Erich Fromm, German-American-Jewish social psychologist, psychoanalyst.  23 March, 1900 – 18 March, 1980.

This past weekend I spent some time with some friends that I have known since mid-1990’s.  We shared stories, caught up with the world’s events, even though we have been doing that on a constant basis.  How can you not do that.  The magnitude of what’s going on cannot be ignored.  So after talking and some more talking, my friend showed me the piece of art with which I opened today’s post.  This was done by her husband maybe a year ago.  He built the base, the wings of the eagle are made of pieces of newspaper that he layered and layered until he achieved the results you see.  This piece of folk art, was conceived in his mind and was done totally by him, sanding wood, painting, in summary, this is his creation.  What a genius!  I was totally in awe and then she, (his wife) also showed me this…

What a beautiful winter scene!  Did you notice the different tones of gray? If you see the picture closer, you can notice the fine details this painting has.  I noticed also the color scheme that he used in the painting, from many years ago, he used the same coordination on the eagle piece of art showing at the beginning of the posting.  This one is one of the many paintings he has done throughout his lifetime.  What a talented individual he is.

I thought about all of us…how we sometimes do not realize the gifts that have been bestowed upon us.  Some of us are good at carpentry.  One of my friends once built a wooden boat all by hand.  By the way, Lindsay, whatever happened to that boat?  Some  of us are good at numbers, at decorating,  and making a place look warm and inviting and so on.  We need to remember that each one of us is very talented and validate our blessings,  and acknowledge the fact that each one of us is special in our own individual ways.  Do not underestimate how special you are.  I think that the circle of people we have surrounded ourselves with, or that have somehow showed up in our lives is to bring something to the table to make our lives complete.

So it was today…14 August, 2011…recognizing the uniqueness each one of us has.

Your Happy Contessa

“The quieter we become, the more we can hear.”  Baba Ram Dass, an American contemporary spiritual teacher, author of “Be here Now.”  6 April, 1931 -.

All of you that have a washer and dryer at home do not know how blessed and fortunate you are.

I remember when I became incredibly happy when the delivery of my first washer and dryer was made to our home in Virginia.  I was at work and Ron called me to let me know “they” were home.  When finally I arrived at our townhouse, I went immediately to the basement and touched those apparatus and almost cried.  It was such a happy and joyful moment.

Now I look at my getting-higher-by-the-day pile of briefly used clothes and think how much I miss my buddies.  There are so many things that require washing, drying, and folding.  I have to walk around 50+ steps outside my condo to get to the coin operated machines.  No quarters, no washing or drying.  One more thing to think about.  The collection of quarters.  Life on the going down hill in the chapters of my soon to be thought about book.  Maybe the title should be something like this; Happy Contessa and the battle with her briefly soiled garments.  Have to be a bit sophisticated describing very common things.  We are different, you know.  Yeah!  With no washer or dryer to make my life a bit easier.  I am different alright!!  It looks to me that I am almost checking out of this life turn and ready to enter next.  Man, what’s going to happen next?  Going from three (3) toilets to one and maybe none.  Who knows!!  That will be the day.  I remember when I was growing up, there was no toilet inside the house.  There was outside what you call in this country, an outhouse.  It was not funny.  I have come a long way, baby.

I should probably stop complaining and be happy and gracious accepting the fact that at least there are a washer and a dryer in the very close vicinity.  I am blessed in some way.  Things could get uglier.  How ugly?  Going for a month without washing a single piece.  Better get some extra undergarments.  Thanks God for the big “W.”

Well…so it was today…12 August, 2011…a day of missing my buddies…and being somewhat thankful for their substitutes.

Make it a very happy weekend.  Every time you use your washer and dryer, think how fortunate you are.  See you next Monday!

Your Happy Contessa

“You can never plan the future by the past.”  Edmund Burke, Irish stateman, author, political theorist and philosopher.  12 January, 1729 – 9 July, 1797.

I was cruising, along with half a billion people on the planet on the very familiar site “Face.”  There was a note by one of my “friends” that suggested I go here and there and check this and that and voila, something showed up that left me speechless.  All my phone contacts, “friends” or not, from my cell, were listed in front of my eyes.  I have been trying to delete this list without any success as of this moment.

Since then I have been pondering…what is it that “they” don’t know about us.  I must admit, as I said yesterday, that most of the time I volunteer my information.  But come to think of it, look at your receipts from a store.  Sometimes it even lists your underwear size number.  A good thing sometimes, to keep us in check in case our size has jumped and we have a receipt to keep us informed that we need to change our eating habits, or in other words, starve a little.  But we know from experience that we cannot fool our very smart brain by eating grass and making it think that we are ingesting a steak.  Go fool somebody else, Missy.  That’s my brain talking to me.

I am saving the post as I go along.  No dummies here any more.  I hope.

Now going back to the issue of privacy.  Who in the world do we think we are fooling by being paranoid about our “private stuff.”  Ha, ha, ha.  Everything is out there.  It’s been to all the black holes in the universe and back many times.  What “they” don’t know, doesn’t exist.  “They” know what creams we use, what sport teams we cheer, speed we drive, if we sleep well or not (taking pills), and how many times a day we pass our beloved carbon dioxide.

In other words, when I saw the list of my phone contacts, which I gather it happened when I had a Blackberry, which I gave up because too many interruptions to let me know when one of my “friends” sneezed on “Face.”  I returned that fastidious apparatus as soon as I was able to get to the store, but the damage had been done.  We get so tech-happy whenever we are awed by it, but remember, my dear friends, always and I mean always, the price is paid either at the entrance or the exit of everything in life.  Sometimes we are walking around with a little knife on our backs and we don’t even know it.

So…it was today…10 August, 2011, a day of being in awe at technology once more and a day to realize that we are not really alone.  We are all in this together even if we want it or not.

Your Happy Contessa

“The best way out is always through.”  Robert Frost, American poet, received four Pulitzer Prizes for Poetry.  26 March, 1874 – 29 January, 1963.

Let me make this clear…picture is totally unrelated to the subject of the posting.  Couldn’t find a picture of the Transcendentalists so I thought, these guys look like they get along and communicate very well with each other.  So that will have to do.  Enough of my wild imagination.

Some of yesterday’s posting, the one that decided to reside in a black hole, was somehow touching on the way of life of that group of people called “Transcendentalists.”

These were revolutionaries in the fields of religion, politics, social issues and whatever it was they decided to make their opinion matter.

I was typing, let me stop right now to save this post, yesterday,  that probably we think about luminaries from our past in a realm of almost perfectionism.  We only go by what the books we have available tell us, in their own edited versions, about this so glorious people.

They did not have the network news, FaceB, instant messaging, email, etc, to screw up their images.  I think if these people were to live in this era, oh boy, there go all the books, essays, classes, lectures about our brilliant ancestors.  They wouldn’t have a chance.

I know that change is good.  Don’t change, you perish.  Sort of.  But I believe that we are a too expressive and out there society.  Look at me.  You know a whole bunch about my life that even my own mother, that does not have a computer, know about my moving here, there and everywhere.  So much for families’ secrets.  There are none.  We strive in tell all or we are not important.  Remember, I am including myself on this techno mess.

Going back to the brilliant thinkers of the good old days, back then, they had time to think, read, learn new languages through books, share opinions that in a way shape the telling of our history as a country.  I am glad that everything in life has its own time and place.

I am saving this post as I go.  My weakened neurons couldn’t take a consecutive failure.  I would be totally disconnected from all of you.

So…it was today…9 August, 2011…a day to take out the August calendar and see whose birthday I have already missed and who knows what else, and opining about the good old days.

Your Happy Contessa

“Money is the root of all good.”  Ayn Rand, Russian-American novelist, philosopher, playwright, and screenwriter.  Developed the philosophical system known as Objectivism.  2 February, 1905 – 6 March, 1982.

You will not believe what the heck just happened!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I lost my over 300 words posting.  I am nauseated right now.  It was a masterpiece.  This is about the fourth time this has happened.   It goes to hell in a basket.  I do not have any other explanation.  You don’t have an idea how my almost disappearing neurons have to work to come up with something decent five days a week.  And, just like that.  Gone.  You have been deprived of a great piece of work.

So now let’s go to the usual mediocre writings that sometimes I manage to put out.  I am still with my head shaking.  What is is.

Well…let me just try to capture some of the thoughts I was exposing in the gone-to-the black hole post.  Sorry, this is too much to handle.  Let me take another subject matter.  The prima dona in me is just too upset to have a high level of thinking discussion right now.

This is my 201 posting.  Labor pains have been too intense.  I just delivered a child that didn’t want to come into the world yet.  This posting.

I am going to keep it short, unless later I can come up with something better to enlighten all of us.  I need an electric shock right now to get my almost disappearing neurons back to the place they were when I started earlier.

My apologies to all of you.  Go and enlighten yourselves.  I know you can do it.  I am working very hard at doing that for myself.

Carambola!!!! Oops, shouldn’t have said that.  The unsophisticated side of me overcame the always composed and classy contessa side.  Have to let some of the steamy frustration out, otherwise I will explode.

So…it was today…8 August, 2011…a day of another disappearing posting and trying in vain to capture the genius in me.

Your Happy Contessa

“Let us not overstrain our talents, for if we do we shall do nothing with grace.”  Jean de la Fontaine, most famous French fabulist and poet.  8 July, 1621 – 13 April, 1695.