Family gatherings 'Que tal' 'Que pasa 'Como te llamas'...these were the phrases of my summers spent with my gorgeous Spanish cousins. As children they taught us Spanish so we of course thought we were fluent repeating the same 'Que pasa' (what's wrong) over and over. We had fantastic summers with these girls. My memory is so bad I can't remember what we spent all our time doing but I do remember lots and lots of laughter across miscommunciated conversations. Whether they were summers in Ireland or northern Spain they were great ones. Being the 'irish cousins' when brought to their local school, meeting their Spanish friends and playing handball, watching how they wrote on squared pages instead of lines, having Nesquik for breakfast, lots of tuna, sugar on toast, sugar in natural yoghurt, learning the Hail Mary in Spanish, putting on performances, feeling very cool introducing my Spanish cousins to my friends, playing in our back garden, having them down to wexford to the mobile home, building sandcastles and of course the fights, like any women too long together, we fought too.
We had a large family gathering today and it was so lovely to reconnect with these girls, especially as these two are spread far across the world.
There's something about family, the cousins you grow up with, the aunties and uncles you've known since birth, the new members the old members, the patriarch Granny...so many on this, my Dads side of the family...but it's the memories that we hold dear, especially the meetups. The christmas karaokes, the singsongs, my Uncles amazing arty puppet shows.
My wonderful cousin Elena organised this one today in an effort to let us know that it is upto us to make sure we still all keep in touch. Families are growing, lives are getting busier, people are travelling, but family must stay important, a priority and to try consistently meet. Also for the next generation too, for they are the future of our family, our whole family. All our children, who are now 2nd cousins to each other had a ball. We want them to know each other and have what us cousins had, which is great memories.
Swipe right for 'The Three Madeleines' yes my Aunty my Cousin and Me.
Ohhh how today was so emotional for me and she’s not even my kid! 😂 I think it’s because she’s the baby (even though she’s taller than me 🙄) and she’s not a baby anymore!!! 😭 Enjoy your first homecoming 💃🏻 and have so much fun! 💕
Saturday Night Session
Rack Pulls: 225 with resistance cable:
3 sets of 12
Log curl/overhead tricep extension 40 pounds:
3 sets of 10-12
I’ve always said this and will continue to, supersets are the best. Hitting different muscle groups right after one another is a great way to not only engage more but shock your body. You don’t need to go super heavy but just enough that you’re comfortable with. Happy lifting 🤙🏽 and check out my brand page @villetx
📖C U R R E N T L Y R E A D I N G 👀: T h e S c o r p i o R a c e s by @maggie_stiefvater
It happens at the start of every November: the Scorpio Races. Riders attempt to keep hold of their water horses long enough to make it to the finish line. Some riders live. Others die.At age nineteen, Sean Kendrick is the returning champion. He is a young man of few words, and if he has any fears, he keeps them buried deep, where no one else can see them.Puck Connolly is different. She never meant to ride in the Scorpio Races. But she enters the competition — with her own horse. Not a water horse,the first girl ever to do so. She is in no way prepared for what is going to happen. - GR .
I must say I found this book difficult to start ... and I know I’m gonna feel guilty if I put it down for now and pick up another so ..alas, we soldier through!! I’ve heard so many good things about this book so I’m determined to read the entire thing. What caught my intrigue the most were the Water Horses- aka or the “capaill uisce” pronounced: “copple ooshka”...the proper term for the Mythical legend of the Water Horse. Similar to say... the Lochness monster? .
what’s got me going is Maggie’s ability to capture the essence of these majestic creatures these characters use to race with. Their temperament and how dangerous they are ripping people and things a part. Sean Kendrick, is the character that has my attention the most, reigning champion yet quite introverted, having lost his father to one of these vicious water horses yet, he’s grown to be quite the “capaill uisce” whisperer... I started reading a couple of days ago in between lunch breaks and bus rides to work and I’m only on chapter 15, now I’m really ready to see what happens next and I’m glad I pushed through... shall keep you updated !!!