The Healing Power of Two Hummuses

Yesterday as I was walking from my car to my dorm after work, I felt antsy. The sunset was turning the sky cotton candy pinks and blues, and the air was pleasant, and I was craving a run. So I went straight to my room, changed into workout clothes, and headed out.

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Ay Que Fabuloso!

Voy a Buenos Aires este verano! The founder of the start-up I might work with told me in my interview that they want me to blog for them in both English and Spanish. So to practice I’m going to do all my blog posts in Spanish from now on.

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Crepe Truck

Last night I had the 6-8pm tent shift, exactly during dinner time, so naturally I was hungry. And then to make it worse, I was huddled up in my sleeping bag, all alone in the tent, semi-doing homework on my laptop, when I checked my facebook and saw my newsfeed dominated by photos from foodporndaily.com. Don’t go there. It will give you unrealistic expectations for the food in your life, and make you dissatisfied with the abundance I know you have already. Well that’s what it does to me, anyway. “Food porn” is an accurate, albeit crude, term.

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