tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61664917899785887772024-03-05T22:21:52.768-05:00The adventures of a dancing fancypantsGod is good yall.Stacie C. Fieldshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05141175581083133728noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166491789978588777.post-65986204614007916092012-09-07T00:35:00.000-04:002012-09-07T00:35:32.173-04:00FIGHTERI am going to keep this short. Basically somebody somewhere needs to hear this...<br />
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<b>Do NOT give up</b>.<br />
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"They stoned Paul and dragged him outside the city, thinking he was dead. But after the disciples had gathered around him, he got up and went back into the city." Acts 14:19-20<br />
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Homeboy was taken for DEAD! He was so out of it they were even able to DRAG him out of the city!! Not trying to lie, chances are, I would have given up long before that. Not many of us can say we would endure such persecution and not only keep living for God but go back to the people who persecuted us. Paul, the ultimate example of a servant fully surrendered to God, got up and went back to the people that just tried to kill him. That is some commitment. That is what a life sold out to Gods calling looks like. This example is now my reference point for the word FIGHTER. I am striving and asking God to help me get to this level. Nothing less. I want to be a fighter. I know God put this wild spirit in me for a reason and I don't deserve the title unless I am willing to go to battle like Paul.<br />
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Shoot, most of us wanna give up the moment someone hurts our <i>feelings</i>. My prayer for every person reading this is that no matter what obstacles we face, no matter how many times we are knocked down, we will continue to rise and return to the place God has called us to. Just Standing up after being knocked down is not enough. Stand up, you must... But stand up to get back to the battle. Yes I think it is great that Paul was able to stand up at all after he was taken for dead but the real miracle is that he stood up and then stepped out. He took the step back to the city. Back to the people who rejected him.<br />
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Don't be content with mere survival.<br />
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As long as we still have breath in our lungs the trials and the struggles can not defeat us. And even then... Here's the real zinger... THEY STILL CAN NOT DEFEAT US!! Death has been defeated by our God! So today, in this moment, fear can go on ahead and move to the backseat... Matter of fact you know what? Fear can do more than that, it can get on up outta my car altogether. I dont have time for that. Neither should you. No matter what God has called you to, if you choose to say yes to it, be willing to say yes at any cost and don't ever ever ever stop fighting for it. I am going to take all of this to mean I am invincible... And if you've accepted the sacrifice Jesus Christ paid for you on that cross then so are you.<br />
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Let's start living like the fearless fighters God calls us to be.Stacie C. Fieldshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05141175581083133728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166491789978588777.post-799920975429898492012-02-02T13:32:00.001-05:002012-02-02T13:38:35.449-05:00My day with JobAs many of my friends know, I am currently unemployed. <br />
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One day recently, cabin fever was setting in and I woke up feeling sorry for myself. "you're a failure" was repeating in my head over and over. I began to think, "oh no what am I going to do? will I have to move? will I have to crawl back to SC with my tail between my legs and ask to move in with my parents?" Me, the eternal optimist, was allowing the Enemy's words of doubt and fear to seep in to my soul. As soon as I realized what was happening I ran to my bible. I knew that I needed a word from God to stop this madness.<br />
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When I start feeling sorry for myself, I always think about Job. Homeboy just couldn't catch a break for anything. I always feel a little shallow when I think about my problems in relation to his. He lost it ALL. I still have a home, I haven't been hungry too many times and I've got my health (and a gym membership) and when I really think about the blessings I have the list can go on and on... It's sad how we take things for granted.<br />
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So I opened my instruction manual to Job and started taking notes on things that jumped out to me. I have tried to order them in a more logical sequence so hopefully it helps someone out there. Here is what I wrote down-some of it is from my head and some of it is the notes from my NIV Study Bible.<br />
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-STOP trying to be a better person, be a more faithful person.<br />
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<b><span style="color: magenta;">1. God's love for us isn't rationed on a deserve/don't deserve basis. His love for us NEVER FAILS. Trials and tribulations are not a sign that He has forgotten us or that He is punishing us. We MUST praise him even in our awful, low, torturing moments of despair because really we're not praising Him for the promise of a reward or shower of blessings. We are praising Him because He is God and regardless of what is happening in your life HIS LOVE FOR YOU IS ENDLESS.</span></b><br />
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-believing that God gives according to works is invalid and leaves you with no means of coping when you're a "good person" but living in troubled situations. "The author of the book of Job broke out of the tight, logical mold of the traditional orthodox theology of his day. He saw that it led to a dead end - that it had no way to cope with the suffering of godly people."<br />
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-"greatest human temptation: to love the gifts rather than the Giver, to try to please God merely for the sake of his benefits, to be "religious" and "good" only because it pays."<br />
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1:1 - In the land of Uz there lived a man named Job. This man was blameless, and upright, he feared God and shunned evil.<br />
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<b><span style="color: magenta;">2.Whether we like it or not, a third party is at work in our situations as well. We anger against God when something awful happens because we think He is responsible. We get mad, angry, bitter with God and He is not the one hurting us. But friends, there is an amazing, glorious lesson in this story::: EVEN SATAN ANSWERS TO GOD!!! He can never hurt, harm, push, pull, manipulate, or tempt us past what we can handle, past what GOD ALLOWS!!! </span></b><br />
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.Job doesn't consider the third party at work in his life. <br />
-God started the conversation with Satan. 1:8 "Then the Lord said, 'Have you considered my servant Job? There is no one on earth like him; he is blameless, and upright, a man who fears God and shuns evil.'" 1:12 "The Lord said to Satan, 'Very well, then, everything he has is in your power, but on the man himself do not lay a finer.'" He chose Job. What an honor. That's easy to say as an innocent bystander, but what did Job think? He didn't know God chose him as an example.<br />
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<b><span style="color: magenta;">3. A note about friendship: when a friend is in need, even if you think they're wrong, love them.</span> </b><br />
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-Briefly, I considered the idea that these people (Eliphaz, Bildad, Zophar and Naamathite) weren't actually his friends or at least they weren't very good ones.<b> </b>But then I remembered the earlier mention of them. 2:11-12 "When Job's three friends...heard about all the troubles that had come upon him, they set out from their homes and met together by agreement to go and sympathize with him and comfort him. When they saw him from a distance, they could hardly recognize him; they began to weep aloud, and they tore their robes and sprinkled dust on their heads. Then they sat on the ground with him for seven days and seven nights. No one said a word to him, because they saw how great his suffering was." Obviously they care a great deal for him. I think these are just friends who let their mouths get the best of them.<br />
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-The trouble didn't start until they set out to rationalize the situation, when they started talking. They begin telling him he is being punished for sin. In their opinion Job needed to worship God, turn from his sinful ways and surely his life would be restored. Job's argument: I am not going to worship God for the promise of blessings because that is selfish.When we try to explain/interpret God's actions in our friend's lives, pure as our motives may be, we can't. Our call is to encourage, comfort and love one another. We must encourage each others faith not try to explain Gods ways. Most of all we must not condemn. The more they talked the worse it got. <br />
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-Job 16:2-5 Helpful advice is usually brief and encouraging not lengthy and judgmental.<br />
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-For me the lesson is this: Sometimes the best thing I can do for my friends that are hurting is sit in silence with them. So much can be communicated from sitting in silence with someone you really love. <br />
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<b><span style="color: magenta;">4. We can't even begin to fathom the purposes and plans of God. Our attempts at understanding God only lead us to a further realization that we can't know His ways. Most importantly though, faith is not about answering our questions, it's about trusting even when we don't have a clue what is going on. It is not our job to understand God's ways. It is our job to trust God's ways. </span></b><br />
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-When Job was being tested, he was in the dark about what God was doing, but he followed anyway.<br />
He was chosen as an example for the Kingdom -yet he still lost:<br />
-7 sons, 3 daughters, 7000 sheep, 3000 camels, 500 yoke of oxen, 500 donkeys, health (his skin was covered in boils and open sores), wife (even she told him he should repent so God would restore his life), friends (his friends who spent 7 days praying and weeping for him then decided to open their mouths and try to "explain" his situation), all human relations...<br />
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-Key theme-Shall we accept good from God and not trouble? Trouble and suffering are not merely punishment for sin for God's people. They may serve as a trial or as a discipline that culminates in spiritual gain.<br />
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-Sometimes in moments of distress we want to know why God is punishing us. We seek to explain why we don't deserve it. But there is no arguing with God. His way is always right, his plan always pure. Given the chance to plead our innocence would we actually want to stand in court against God the almighty? As hard as it is for us to comprehend what we CAN see, it is much harder to comprehend that which we can NOT see. We question, blame, chastise God for hard times, but we are oblivious to the glory our suffering is bringing to the Kingdom and God or the plan that is being executed.<br />
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-<i>Through all that and God still didn't tell Job WHY</i>. All the while Job is oblivious: God is pleased with him. God ALLOWED all those things to happen because he knew Job could withstand it. Job is measuring God's love on things he can see but God's plans for our life go so far beyond what we can see or dream.<br />
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<b><span style="color: magenta;">-What difference does the why make? It won't change the course. It would probably inflate our pride anyway. If I knew WHY i was struggling or facing a trial I would try to fix it. But constantly, God is asking me to submit my heart, mind, soul, longings, desires, wishes, fears, burdens, to Him so that HE can fix them.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: magenta;">-We think that God operates on a deserve/don't deserve system and that our value is measured by what we do, but God doesn't call first for works, He calls for faith. We think that we are being punished when trouble falls on us but we must remember God doesn't punish us. </span></b><br />
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<i><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><b>Trials might serve to test our faith or teach us a lesson but they're not meant to punish us. </b><b>All his wrath, anger, disappointment and hurt was nailed to the cross with his son, Jesus. Jesus took all the punishment for our sin. No matter what we do, our Gods love will never falter, never fail, and never run out.</b></span></i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Since that time last year, obviously, a lot has changed for me. This year, my butt filling one of the seats on the bus to Lake Champion was one of my top priorities. My reason for wanting to go, at least partially, was not what it should have been. BTDance was going to be performing and I wanted to be on that stage. I think I may have been holding off signing up for the retreat to make sure I would be able to dance first. A little small voice inside of me was saying..."Wait and see if you're picked to dance and then pay. If not, you won't HAVE to go." WOW hi Satan. When I reflect on that now it hurts me, literal pains in my gut. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">As the time drew closer and closer I began to think I wasn't going to be able to go. I was in the middle of apartment hunting and after many failed attempts at finding the right place (even if I enumerated them here you wouldn't believe it) I was left with just enough money to eek out an existence. Long story short, I had put down two deposits plus application fees and neither were going to work out because of problems with roommates, details details details. In the midst of this, still thinking about the retreat, my focus shifted. God spoke to me. He told me the importance in this weekend was not about dancing. It was about developing my relationship with Him. He told me that even if I didn't get to dance, I needed to be there. I needed this experience. That my NUMBER ONE reason for going should be to commune with Him. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So I remember praying "God if it is your will that I go on this trip I need something to happen with my finances. You know I just lost SO much money on this apartment nonsense and I literally can not afford it now." The next day, I got a text from one of the brokers asking when I would like to come pick up my deposit. For anyone that doesn't know....that does not happen, EVER. If you pay a deposit on an apartment and then decide you don't want the apartment the broker does not have to give you the money back and they never do. But by the grace of God Valentina was going to give me $500 back. I took the money and paid for the retreat that very night. </span><br />
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Stacie C. Fieldshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05141175581083133728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166491789978588777.post-26463645846233440132011-09-26T17:41:00.000-04:002011-09-26T18:00:23.281-04:00God is working...Once again, I find myself coming back to the adventures of a dancing fancypants blog absolutely blown away at how much has happened since I last visited this site. It has been quite some time and the changes in my life since my lost posting are absolutely monumental. First and foremost, I am in love, obsessed, overwhelmed with God and what he is doing in my life. I have been a Christian most of my life but I can't say that I always acted like one or even put an ounce of thought in to what that meant. Brooklyn Tabernacle slapped me in the face, gave me a huge wakeup call and caused me to examine my life. <br />
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It started simply enough. A friend sent me a message about an audition for dancers at BT. Of course, I was all about it. I went to the audition and by the grace of God, I was chosen to be part of a brand-new ministry. I guess when we started we weren't even technically a ministry group. We were just a bunch of people getting together to dance. We started with rehearsals without much, maybe nothing, on our performance calendar. Ashley Brown, a beautiful, amazing, woman of God, started teaching us choreography to "Oh The Blood". She said she wanted us to have a piece ready when God decided to call us. I can't think of a better place to start than with the blood. <br />
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I literally joined BTDance for dance. It wasn't about a growing relationship with God, a strengthened faith or really even about fellowship and new friendships. Well...that's what I thought at least. I mean part of me thought that this MIGHT bring me closer to God, I might make a few new friends and maybe even change my views about dance. I just wanted a chance to move my body through space and have something to put on my resume. It makes me hurt now to write that but it is honest. <br />
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Well HALLELUJAH God's plan was different. The first few weeks I went to rehearsal I left feeling absolutely unworthy. For months, God had been convicting me about some things in my life that needed to change. I needed to end some relationships. God kept speaking to me about one relationship in particular but I always managed to ignore it. I remember so vividly one night leaving rehearsal knowing that I had to change my life. I couldn't afford to be in a relationship with a non-believer. I had to stop listening to the enemy telling me I was <u>supposed</u> to be with this person...that I was the one who was supposed to bring him to God. Unless a relationship is bringing me closer to God it is not in His plan for my life and I know that now. <br />
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More than changing my life for me though, I wanted to change my life for the women in BTDance I watched them pour their heart and soul out each week. I felt guilty because I knew that they were fully committed and checked in to what God wanted to do with their lives. They were all willing to surrender to His work and His will. I was not. I was placing all my love, energy, spirit in to a relationship that was not increasing my faith or bringing me closer to God. In the end though it all came down to this for me. I DID NOT WANT TO BE THE REASON GOD DIDNT ANOINT THAT MINISTRY. I began feeling so accountable to them. I left that Monday night with the strongest conviction I have ever felt before. I picked up the phone walking out the door and made that awful call. WOW...Wowza. I took a huge leap of faith and God caught me. He not only caught me he picked me up and I have been soaring with him ever sense.<br />
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I can say that I am the happiest I have ever been in my entire life. I have a peace, a joy, a burning love and contentment that I have never experienced before and I know that it is all GOD. The ladies of BTDance have no idea how they have forever changed my life for the better. <br />
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For a while, I didn't realize the impact of all of this. I didn't take the time to put all the pieces together..to see how God had orchestrated all of this. I didn't realize that they were the reason I had the courage and the faith to do what I so desperately needed to do. At some point God told me that I needed to stop undermining the work he is doing in my life... and stop undervaluing the testimony he has given me. You see, that is one way Satan will trip you up. He wants to make us believe that what God is doing for us isn't a big deal..that no one wants to hear about it. He totally had me convinced that this story was some weak, measly little uneventful moment in my life that no one would want to hear, care about or be empowered by. But God wants us to open our mouths and speak our about his greatness. <br />
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God is so wonderful. God is good yall. He has blessed me so so so so greatly. My daily prayer is a request for boldness and empowerment to speak out about what he is doing for me. Not so that people will look at my life or me but so that they will look at God. My hope is that they will see his glory, his power, his awesomeness. <br />
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So in closing I want to say Thank You to the beautiful, blessed, righteous, holy ladies of BTDance. You will never know what your exemplary lives have done for me. <br />
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A sidebar- another lesson in all of this is that for a ministry to be effective externally, it must first and foremost be ministering internally. As soon as the message your proclaiming stops witnessing to your own soul you lose your ability to spread the message to others. I pray that God will continually bless us so that we can be a blessing to others. In my next blog I plan to elaborate on what God did with us when He decided to call us to minister. <br />
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Thank you God for being so amazing.<br />
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</script>Stacie C. Fieldshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05141175581083133728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166491789978588777.post-18103239776302094492010-09-20T12:39:00.005-04:002010-09-20T13:01:07.027-04:00Zest.:I have been noticing lately, that I seem to have an extreme ZEST for life, even more so than most people...I mean sometimes I feel like I could explode because I am so grateful and excited to be alive. Most people around me seem so cynical or indifferent about life. I don't know when my feelings, my passion for living began. I assume I was born this way, but I am so thankful that I am this way. Maybe it's living in New York that has really opened my eyes to how much I do love this life that I have been given. I think possibly, it has been the contrast between this great, big, amazing city and my hometown. Most of all, it is the realization that I love them <b>both</b>. A lot of people move from their home town to a city like New York to get away. They are trying to get away from what they don't like about their previous destination or maybe they're running from someone? I was never running away from anything, only running to something. That one fact a lone has given me the freedom to openly love both places. I love them both equally. (Well home is home, so nothing <span></span><i> really</i><span style="font-style:italic;"></span> compares, but...) I love home for the grass and the trees and for the fresh open air. I love New York for the energy, the buzz, the excitement, the every day newness of it. <br /><br />I hate generalizations so rather than saying everyone, I am going to use the word, "others"...Others seem so negative. I have never considered myself an optimistic person but I just think on the whole, my life is way too good, this earth is too beautiful, for me to waste time being negative. I want to do it all and I want to remain grateful for every second of it. Yes, I have bad days. Don't we all? But really what is wrong with wanting to run through the rain with a smile on my face? What is wrong with wanting to climb a tree and spend hours listening to the leaves be blown around by the wind or look at the sun shine on a lake? People need to slow it down and be thankful for what God has given them. Thank you God for this beautiful day. Why walk around uptight waiting for the bottom to fall out? Others get so stuck on being independent and thinking it is a good thing to be "hard" or tough that they no longer allow things or people to make them happy, to stir their emotions. I know too many people that would rather shut people out and miss out on experiences, because there is a chance it might not be perfection, they might get hurt.<div><br /></div><div><b>I guess it all comes down to this...I would rather fall on my butt, have my heart broken and be laughed at for trying than to be alone, dissapointed and depressed because I never tried.</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>Zest</b></div><div><b></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 16px; ">–noun</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "><div class="body" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0em; margin-left: 0em; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><div class="pbk" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 15px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><div class="luna-Ent" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 1em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 3px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: block; "><span class="dnindex" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(123, 123, 123); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; display: block; float: left; width: 28px; "><span id="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; ">1.</span></span></span><div class="dndata" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 37px; "><span id="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background-color: transparent; ">keen</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; ">relish;</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; ">hearty</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; ">enjoyment;</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; ">gusto.</span></span></div></div><div class="luna-Ent" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 1em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 3px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: block; "><span class="dnindex" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(123, 123, 123); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; display: block; float: left; width: 28px; "><span id="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; ">2.</span></span></span><div class="dndata" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 37px; "><span id="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; ">an</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background-color: transparent; ">agreeable</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; ">or</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; ">piquant</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; ">flavor</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background-color: transparent; ">imparted</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; ">to</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background-color: transparent; ">something.</span></span></div></div><div class="luna-Ent" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 1em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 3px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: block; "><span class="dnindex" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(123, 123, 123); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; display: block; float: left; width: 28px; "><span id="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; ">3.</span></span></span><div class="dndata" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 37px; "><span id="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; ">anything</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; ">added</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; ">to</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; ">impart</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; ">flavor,</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background-color: transparent; ">enhance</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; ">one's</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; ">appreciation,</span><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; ">etc.</span></span></div></div><div class="luna-Ent" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 1em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 3px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: block; "><span class="dnindex" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(123, 123, 123); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; display: block; float: left; width: 28px; "><span id="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; ">4.</span></span></span><div class="dndata" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 37px; "><span id="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; ">piquancy;</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background-color: transparent; ">interest;</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; ">charm.</span></span></div></div><div class="luna-Ent" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 1em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 3px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: block; "><span class="dnindex" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(123, 123, 123); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; display: block; float: left; width: 28px; "><span id="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; ">5.</span></span></span><div class="dndata" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 37px; "><span id="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; ">liveliness</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; ">or</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background-color: transparent; ">energy;</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; ">animating</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; ">spirit.</span></span></div></div><div class="luna-Ent" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 1em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 3px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: block; "><span class="dnindex" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(123, 123, 123); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; display: block; float: left; width: 28px; "><span id="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; ">6.</span></span></span><div class="dndata" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 37px; "><span id="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; ">the</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; ">peel,</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; ">esp.</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; ">the</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; ">thin</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background-color: transparent; ">outer</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; ">peel,</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; ">of</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; ">a</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; ">citrus</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; ">fruit</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background-color: transparent; ">used</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; ">for</span><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; ">flavoring:</span> </span><span class="ital-inline" style="font-family: Georgia, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; font-style: italic; "><span id="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background-color: transparent; ">lemon</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background-color: transparent; ">zest.</span></span></span></div></div></div><div class="pbk" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 15px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="pg" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; display: inline; font-style: italic; "><span id="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; ">–verb</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; ">(used</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; ">with</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; ">object)</span></span></span><div class="luna-Ent" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 1em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 3px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: block; "><span class="dnindex" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(123, 123, 123); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; display: block; float: left; width: 28px; "><span id="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; ">7.</span></span></span><div class="dndata" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 37px; "><span id="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; ">to</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; ">give</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; ">zest,</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; ">relish,</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; ">or</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background-color: transparent; ">piquancy</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background-color: transparent; ">to.</span></span></div></div></div></div></span>Stacie C. Fieldshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05141175581083133728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166491789978588777.post-34642325553567592182009-12-06T20:54:00.002-05:002009-12-06T20:56:25.321-05:00NEWSFLASH: If you are waiting for the subway and you notice as it pulls into the station that every car is packed, and just as it stops in front of you that <strong>that </strong>car has many open seats... think again... its not your lucky day, or the silver lining, or because you picked up that penny on heads... wipe that smile off your face and take a deep breath if you're planning to get on- its because someone on that train is slowly dying and their body has begun to rot and smell up the whole car, or else they're homeless and haven't showered in 10000 yearsStacie C. Fieldshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05141175581083133728noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166491789978588777.post-14178175285209035982009-11-05T14:21:00.008-05:002009-11-05T14:46:34.097-05:00Time marches on...<div><font color="#33ff33">So.. today,I decided to visit my blog. I haven't added anything to my previous words in over a year. I left off in Italy.. and I must say many things have changed and a lot has happened in the past year. So for my own personal record, I will do a brief summary of the highlights of my past year.</font></div><br /><div><font color="#33ff33"></font> </div><br /><div><font color="#33ff33">Senior Year:</font></div><br /><div><font color="#33ff33">-Choreographed duet for Meagan and Herbert, that was my biggest accomplishment thus far. For once, I didn't really think about what the audience would want to see and I didn't think of myself as creating art or anything else like that. .. I just felt a spark and lit a fire with it. I used a situation I saw recurring far too often in a very dear friend's relationships and I decided to give it life in the form of a dance. Not too many people know who inspired the piece and I hope it always stays that way. One goal, and a small voice that kept telling me to not give up.. was to prove that I do have something to say and I can choreograph. If not for anyone else, this was to prove it to myself. After a failed attempt the previous year, I almost gave up when my original choice for the duet crossed her name off... In retrospect I realize the piece would have been nothing at all like I envisioned if she hadn't turned me down. The two dancers I was working with gave me sooo much of themselves. It was an experience I will cherish for the rest of my life. It was really a tuning point in my life as a dancer/choreographer. Not only was it a success at school, it was also chosen to represent Coker at ACDFA. It was such an honor to be chosen, and although I didn't reach my goal of being the first choreographer from Coker to be chosen fro the gala, I will say, and everyone there will agree.... for the first time-People noticed us. People from schools all over, were asking who we were, and remembered us based on that dance. It was a very amazing feelings... It is very gratifying because at the end of the day, Coker is a small school and most people will say they enjoyed your piece even if they have no clue based on who was or was not in it. Therefore, it was nice to receive feedback from a truly unbiased group.</font></div><br /><div><font color="#33ff33"></font> </div><br /><div><font color="#33ff33"></font> </div><br /><br />Fast Forward a few months, that felt like a few hous... time for my senior thesis.<br />Now, unlike a lot of my ideas I have known what I wanted to do my thesis on since I was 15. This is an excerpt from my thesis journal that sums it up: <br /> "I remember sitting between my parents at one competition in particular, when three beautiful girls from BB’s Dance Productions of Charlotte, North Carolina took the stage. As soon as they walked on, I was hooked. When the music started I was even more drawn in. They were dancing to “Endangered Species” by Dianne Reaves and I remember to this day their costumes and their energy. They were clothed in animal print skirts and tops. Although I think most animal print is tacky, their costumes were very tactfully designed. They highlighted their athletic frames so well. The expression on their faces and the movements of their bodies said “test me and I’ll kick your ass, I’m a WOMAN and I’m proud of it!” <br /> As soon as the piece ended a thought secretly and unexpectedly formed in my mind, actually taking me by surprise, “I want to do my college thesis on women.” At that moment, that was the extent of my thoughts and I let it go at that although I did tell my parents I would one day use that song in my thesis. I was only fifteen and there was no need to plan or analyze. As the years passed I still held the memories of that dance and the vision forever linked to it, very close to my heart. I will never forget that dance and I will never forget the power I felt from watching those women - so comfortable and proud of whom they were."<br /><br />In true Stacie fashion, I had to add a twist. I have never sewn or taken classes, why not design and create my own costumes... So I spent the extra hours, days, sleepless nights making my costumes. I have always been interested in costume design and I knew that I wanted to leave with no regrets. I also knew that the images I had of what each should look like were so clear that nothing else would ever suffice.<br /><br />so now... because i have to get dressed for work.. I will pause and pick up where I left off tomorrow..Stacie C. Fieldshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05141175581083133728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166491789978588777.post-24054292362843373612008-09-21T16:15:00.003-04:002008-09-21T16:51:47.921-04:00<p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='474' height='344' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyMKkfN3YPfl2TJl3rTtXnd1IytP33kDE9GqiBIX4seA-Yten-3LKClA1sqRt6DwBSgP6HhkER1fy4ue1KzXQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p> </p><p>This was one of my favorite moments of the entire trip.. I wish the environment could be shown.. but it was dark.. </p>Stacie C. Fieldshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05141175581083133728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166491789978588777.post-20215680404208450972008-09-21T15:47:00.006-04:002008-09-21T16:14:17.015-04:00ROMA PHOTOS<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipq52BG8RzLuXG1PDMrgaVxtnlOAXBPS8V0rkbqcuvj_AFxO8goHC-qJ3dWacczuI1fMMG-yevVWEMIni9J8hk9MFJjv81vSL5b2OH5lnpdjqNlsZZC1QBXKwTMH8kw7-z6OHe3LDFdjn4/s1600-h/DSC04450.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248569965231542002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipq52BG8RzLuXG1PDMrgaVxtnlOAXBPS8V0rkbqcuvj_AFxO8goHC-qJ3dWacczuI1fMMG-yevVWEMIni9J8hk9MFJjv81vSL5b2OH5lnpdjqNlsZZC1QBXKwTMH8kw7-z6OHe3LDFdjn4/s400/DSC04450.JPG" border="0" /></a> Ice water at Hard Rock<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixi7WeHGy6xxmXsOVhtsdgSbDHKDk5eX62PsxmbjmIYF1Gzwq_u2v8UAq3gEQWVTkXO_GuTe6B5-Rv_TJrnfParoIUKIEv59JS3Wa8ZWNSrFBoDfym2MJ9uK7eWe_nZBOz0afWxhruV3Sz/s1600-h/DSC04451.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248569973905372146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixi7WeHGy6xxmXsOVhtsdgSbDHKDk5eX62PsxmbjmIYF1Gzwq_u2v8UAq3gEQWVTkXO_GuTe6B5-Rv_TJrnfParoIUKIEv59JS3Wa8ZWNSrFBoDfym2MJ9uK7eWe_nZBOz0afWxhruV3Sz/s400/DSC04451.JPG" border="0" /></a> In the Borghese Gardens<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc-yYob_IB2giKHTN7n5128goAAOV3ztwDk4M-iFOFUmFC0dT4-asMNBu6NLU-OlVxAjAzA-cUp1yEYTpqNSbmUEPZ87RA1njrZ4vYyq7jeehCF_AcArc_DqtEYQKtUEaYiMUnpphyiVza/s1600-h/DSC04455.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248569977124119730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc-yYob_IB2giKHTN7n5128goAAOV3ztwDk4M-iFOFUmFC0dT4-asMNBu6NLU-OlVxAjAzA-cUp1yEYTpqNSbmUEPZ87RA1njrZ4vYyq7jeehCF_AcArc_DqtEYQKtUEaYiMUnpphyiVza/s400/DSC04455.JPG" border="0" /></a> After Jessica's pictures dissapeared.. (we still had to have a pic at the Fontaine de Trevi)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi54mo8-58kuOWDJKYfF0bhQi-3g95T-AOlos_4OkJAF_hBDRhNf6g1NCdqHIs4nkMmoEq4nWsTCIokcskEPIxEdf1UF4AKc3wcj0WSYsIsu3l1EbKJG8b0zR8mKXG8p_oXtCXZ857rC6gV/s1600-h/DSC04471.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248569990657759538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi54mo8-58kuOWDJKYfF0bhQi-3g95T-AOlos_4OkJAF_hBDRhNf6g1NCdqHIs4nkMmoEq4nWsTCIokcskEPIxEdf1UF4AKc3wcj0WSYsIsu3l1EbKJG8b0zR8mKXG8p_oXtCXZ857rC6gV/s400/DSC04471.JPG" border="0" /></a> Colosseum at night<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIs7AW4isr7ZYXteHGFADjnRBlzJdn7_KMOpLBe-cydOjqinyrbodf6PojJhDjf-xL4cF3a8lCcj-RuxG3bGVNPSQ07MmBCB-isms2-1lgroKYlMQf25oEMus1T-Nx1ZFxU5WJMTwNwEj1/s1600-h/DSC04479.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248569998586101938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIs7AW4isr7ZYXteHGFADjnRBlzJdn7_KMOpLBe-cydOjqinyrbodf6PojJhDjf-xL4cF3a8lCcj-RuxG3bGVNPSQ07MmBCB-isms2-1lgroKYlMQf25oEMus1T-Nx1ZFxU5WJMTwNwEj1/s400/DSC04479.JPG" border="0" /></a> Victor Emmanuele Monument.. my favorite building in Rome<br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho6fGv3-o_adhk7tlHCN7n2Ii_9AVg3UjDN3hcRBbqvyE-gEarhhH72xneAZUv9ZceROrRmYPvKPLz4OePQDQJ1O_KCi0KMGc4pGpa2B1fGOg7QcFbcS0yPQCXgh265QMi93BH37Ei6cXb/s1600-h/DSC04412.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248567887697099826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho6fGv3-o_adhk7tlHCN7n2Ii_9AVg3UjDN3hcRBbqvyE-gEarhhH72xneAZUv9ZceROrRmYPvKPLz4OePQDQJ1O_KCi0KMGc4pGpa2B1fGOg7QcFbcS0yPQCXgh265QMi93BH37Ei6cXb/s400/DSC04412.JPG" border="0" /></a> me being a statue in the vatican museum<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwHyfJGzNtPN_WZv0_MVhw9NbCNaNbch06oskwVfYoONdT_32LsgshzBX-X3f8F7ORui_xt5NZN3Uo3BWvsWcAiwge1CbkKIlHnZhx7uDYl-HXYqzUUoPXcUzNveR_5hI11CVxMGG1ErTc/s1600-h/DSC04355.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248565598792698882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwHyfJGzNtPN_WZv0_MVhw9NbCNaNbch06oskwVfYoONdT_32LsgshzBX-X3f8F7ORui_xt5NZN3Uo3BWvsWcAiwge1CbkKIlHnZhx7uDYl-HXYqzUUoPXcUzNveR_5hI11CVxMGG1ErTc/s400/DSC04355.JPG" border="0" /></a>our welcome drink<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0uM4C8qzKYidTKBoEJ20ygst_WtOZYk7rppoCPWg7WgulFdioztLJOmgJxOUXeWNB0j8B1RCgVn_cAF1gPeohW6nXQwP3vzd9SClAoluFIpsANXbUtGnOrSILybhM-AAndsK1VqOJi3vb/s1600-h/DSC04378.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248565609938936546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0uM4C8qzKYidTKBoEJ20ygst_WtOZYk7rppoCPWg7WgulFdioztLJOmgJxOUXeWNB0j8B1RCgVn_cAF1gPeohW6nXQwP3vzd9SClAoluFIpsANXbUtGnOrSILybhM-AAndsK1VqOJi3vb/s400/DSC04378.JPG" border="0" /></a> inside the colosseum<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVreNcVjDoyMCuyscYed142sM2oozLS_EIl2N196k7OFPIlU75LtHdRKmhRaFF7AXsHnTLug2O9yvdbuQb1Y-8sRi-T-Bi4lwRl8l93GmN8ObLp6EfxAwpyE7KFlK1rBA0sTpdUr9_1R8a/s1600-h/DSC04406.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248565619114355298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVreNcVjDoyMCuyscYed142sM2oozLS_EIl2N196k7OFPIlU75LtHdRKmhRaFF7AXsHnTLug2O9yvdbuQb1Y-8sRi-T-Bi4lwRl8l93GmN8ObLp6EfxAwpyE7KFlK1rBA0sTpdUr9_1R8a/s400/DSC04406.JPG" border="0" /></a> our breakfast in bed... the sugar was in heart shaped packets.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJMtWIupkd9PRNO-QP8GSsskhcuPK9e-ABx9hL-hTMcUw2i3vnENcKbt69_imWpnXjoAo_Y6BMzNjOZFvD4-Fdbbm_436VdyG3BjsXGG1QMRpPaEmHXo-bG-Df91CFycZqlK7eVY5VTth5/s1600-h/DSC04420.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248565630030737266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJMtWIupkd9PRNO-QP8GSsskhcuPK9e-ABx9hL-hTMcUw2i3vnENcKbt69_imWpnXjoAo_Y6BMzNjOZFvD4-Fdbbm_436VdyG3BjsXGG1QMRpPaEmHXo-bG-Df91CFycZqlK7eVY5VTth5/s400/DSC04420.JPG" border="0" /></a> the sign for climbing the cupola... it's small but under the five euro... the green words say 321 steps<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuQoLatxbuAfib5xVx8jfrtx_KNM6HQuwX_nFv6zkhJL3rXad-LICEo21CbXHJgt3vMpGt83mxdhdtglufKptpguOljezxsbQPDo4AAyLqy2eXyy0mP0Qys0OxremA8VuO95tUctv_Frk3/s1600-h/DSC04428.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248565632761700258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuQoLatxbuAfib5xVx8jfrtx_KNM6HQuwX_nFv6zkhJL3rXad-LICEo21CbXHJgt3vMpGt83mxdhdtglufKptpguOljezxsbQPDo4AAyLqy2eXyy0mP0Qys0OxremA8VuO95tUctv_Frk3/s400/DSC04428.JPG" border="0" /></a> at the top<br /></div></div>Stacie C. Fieldshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05141175581083133728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166491789978588777.post-48136434700694610422008-09-21T15:20:00.005-04:002008-09-21T15:47:07.867-04:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXlDeNAtxp4GBfOAo0rev6_kqo6hNOqOj1HYWpzQytR60R4E1-xMhRMD9SEDG3vLaSHmzJzg_SjCo8MMVlvQrkUWz3yBXThSJDhjB876bNaWLID9ASC9jcy38GHj2RQ5-qTFGTR4Llqp01/s1600-h/DSC04338.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248563068340626738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXlDeNAtxp4GBfOAo0rev6_kqo6hNOqOj1HYWpzQytR60R4E1-xMhRMD9SEDG3vLaSHmzJzg_SjCo8MMVlvQrkUWz3yBXThSJDhjB876bNaWLID9ASC9jcy38GHj2RQ5-qTFGTR4Llqp01/s400/DSC04338.JPG" border="0" /></a> our room<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7TvkAyITElFLf1dZ_xPzXijonSYfptCvNTY15BUvE39j6Jppk9sdGEbFfmkOr8MtNZDxuhrCeXPfiG9-LPafLqaxsZEnQOt2g_DEf4A8_UOXlHMbQqDb6kCrg2s0qP8zuEIlfM-e1VmkA/s1600-h/DSC04352.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248563078251296690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7TvkAyITElFLf1dZ_xPzXijonSYfptCvNTY15BUvE39j6Jppk9sdGEbFfmkOr8MtNZDxuhrCeXPfiG9-LPafLqaxsZEnQOt2g_DEf4A8_UOXlHMbQqDb6kCrg2s0qP8zuEIlfM-e1VmkA/s400/DSC04352.JPG" border="0" /></a> seriously my favorite people... i miss them<br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbdQ28SBVqrgto6j00Gy2_IavgC66mSAYAXPdQaMm76mAo7Red_9-52TWOWMBi7T61t_SAp1pC2ny2cniPHD8u1hmHzlOvu9rYZhXLCS0nAaje3-cxRgd4lC0z_O67wwCkYs2T6kKlxTId/s1600-h/DSC04305.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248560783799881746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbdQ28SBVqrgto6j00Gy2_IavgC66mSAYAXPdQaMm76mAo7Red_9-52TWOWMBi7T61t_SAp1pC2ny2cniPHD8u1hmHzlOvu9rYZhXLCS0nAaje3-cxRgd4lC0z_O67wwCkYs2T6kKlxTId/s400/DSC04305.JPG" border="0" /></a> Amy Chavasse<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhfLdcoJ4gnVXdbcwyNjrOX70G09dujQedPsU10AbjqdA3HZN5Z294QMQN0Le2TzRYESuKL-K6wI4TpFbXinK7XND3aqkEWysn4N7T3c5FWIOTlbRTjZlcgZFVsMq9mpyPwmFXJ7KkX9xB/s1600-h/DSC04313.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248560793052057394" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOrH7I_KH_fGQHHaGwDqLiRDoh2Nklqv71GdGX1TR3TGtrKUxEopZJm-usSsOt2qSyMZbVg53CzFmocI5VkDE9KoASudqTvRVad9EDyVuwb8WknrpXnPmujmYYil1a9as6WU9UM7TahMpk/s400/DSC04275.JPG" border="0" /></a> loving it<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyoQWrkppuVkClSRDmzxs2ELyeOEguIWAt-D2p1AUh_lJiMTbO43ehdQhha-nPQT5e3FUtrUbuEhQUvQ1ZOuzJe3WIwlJ6jpQRvQimTVtNaxtWhQx-h9ZF4zYvPU9W01SEMZDw_xUiOKsj/s1600-h/DSC04276.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248558758813625810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyoQWrkppuVkClSRDmzxs2ELyeOEguIWAt-D2p1AUh_lJiMTbO43ehdQhha-nPQT5e3FUtrUbuEhQUvQ1ZOuzJe3WIwlJ6jpQRvQimTVtNaxtWhQx-h9ZF4zYvPU9W01SEMZDw_xUiOKsj/s400/DSC04276.JPG" border="0" /></a>a got tan<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2-_q2-hcHTLvUr9P5kQn9V3XDwuwLl-UcNTM2y9rhsQEr_MDEia1BqVsJwyH5gK8VzX7A8I3KJVGwcxy2sxg6rjlLhIr4REmb4BXqpowFOZCB-pnhk5kHOhUHCdjw8LQvUZjybLp5_ylB/s1600-h/DSC04295.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248558772377525682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2-_q2-hcHTLvUr9P5kQn9V3XDwuwLl-UcNTM2y9rhsQEr_MDEia1BqVsJwyH5gK8VzX7A8I3KJVGwcxy2sxg6rjlLhIr4REmb4BXqpowFOZCB-pnhk5kHOhUHCdjw8LQvUZjybLp5_ylB/s400/DSC04295.JPG" border="0" /></a>this picture just doesn't do him justice.. but i promise.. this guy looks just like patrick dempsey.. the first time i saw him i said """ OH MCDREAMY" and it stuck.. everyone started calling him that.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMP6xN4lmB18yTELr1kscWBtydtpOwBT7t2Fxk0Dj4VfPLd-dGk6ximpxjd72e4giV112kV3sgCpk7Ul_Z_3ZMjzFYqIIFh9IZzNYoUfJ1sDcQi40j6ys6FD1cWEk7im3vvpezFeF2vmF1/s1600-h/DSC03985.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248558779318080354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMP6xN4lmB18yTELr1kscWBtydtpOwBT7t2Fxk0Dj4VfPLd-dGk6ximpxjd72e4giV112kV3sgCpk7Ul_Z_3ZMjzFYqIIFh9IZzNYoUfJ1sDcQi40j6ys6FD1cWEk7im3vvpezFeF2vmF1/s400/DSC03985.JPG" border="0" /></a>Bob Boross<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF-NIJyQg-6yJjhWeKttSUpcfKhoZWCSqVtXmzVktvPOyFpnu44RNl9xu-p51YMCITmKt3FXTp_5JrcUesqtxzHJkb9cAq8kQO7LBF3maaCnZpd9RXk5ide-vth_Q2d68FOfXuQchJBGI0/s1600-h/DSC03971.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248558782497678482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF-NIJyQg-6yJjhWeKttSUpcfKhoZWCSqVtXmzVktvPOyFpnu44RNl9xu-p51YMCITmKt3FXTp_5JrcUesqtxzHJkb9cAq8kQO7LBF3maaCnZpd9RXk5ide-vth_Q2d68FOfXuQchJBGI0/s400/DSC03971.JPG" border="0" /></a>Arati (kathak teacher)<br /></div></div></div>Stacie C. Fieldshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05141175581083133728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166491789978588777.post-9365682955044597772008-09-21T14:46:00.005-04:002008-09-21T15:17:26.637-04:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmG7e0FZsH_5EXd3hvy35BWMDId-dmczXsbb0jVm1jGY6o9vNAsHMk6bv2zzqvV_Y4EImyYLdt3sBVfF46k3SW-iKmk0xuOaolutN6Q_HgFCoXq7NeFSefBwiSJPst2vljQmj8FrRsLmq_/s1600-h/DSC04002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248555299507072946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmG7e0FZsH_5EXd3hvy35BWMDId-dmczXsbb0jVm1jGY6o9vNAsHMk6bv2zzqvV_Y4EImyYLdt3sBVfF46k3SW-iKmk0xuOaolutN6Q_HgFCoXq7NeFSefBwiSJPst2vljQmj8FrRsLmq_/s400/DSC04002.JPG" border="0" /></a> Jessica making Nutella cake... as gross as it looks, it was wonderful<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj359ZOS2JoWGFC4z2tXaA27eO0wndd_5EcCT95vjiR_UfchBaZbiuYpbVEJs-cH1D-F5Pb6br5-1FPUqTb1FMytFiO5XKbi5vauYk8ReKAvXzm7-nFd6hW9Dt1uwyL695Y_O-VXbMN_Cx5/s1600-h/DSC04068.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248555310176757810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj359ZOS2JoWGFC4z2tXaA27eO0wndd_5EcCT95vjiR_UfchBaZbiuYpbVEJs-cH1D-F5Pb6br5-1FPUqTb1FMytFiO5XKbi5vauYk8ReKAvXzm7-nFd6hW9Dt1uwyL695Y_O-VXbMN_Cx5/s400/DSC04068.JPG" border="0" /></a>cathedral in Sienna<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe4NezQQPdY6ZlDBLVvkfyWT3Mw6O_CHgJeGcmeg7jnfryXCuOAQhikdPPMsZLleJ4ie0nV7JotnC3qKvjA9m63sOuxIoDUCFOddQg5woiWlNRstRKNs7s3BV-fq5aRItQGfSvvLd7PWOV/s1600-h/DSC04112.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248555318261222018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe4NezQQPdY6ZlDBLVvkfyWT3Mw6O_CHgJeGcmeg7jnfryXCuOAQhikdPPMsZLleJ4ie0nV7JotnC3qKvjA9m63sOuxIoDUCFOddQg5woiWlNRstRKNs7s3BV-fq5aRItQGfSvvLd7PWOV/s400/DSC04112.JPG" border="0" /></a> my self-timered beach shot... looks like botticelli<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3ug0JQ2SmG6C9Te0rwSR0fJuYdsVqSiJvXEYsCyxyYRTYsqdxpEV65_asTTO5w4E3nGeZ9dl34h9h1pp4WatxvkCJpVROVgaN-1ZM2s223uAfDpB5dgfEM1apXjMdhD96hICiLWRRfwpQ/s1600-h/DSC04135.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248555327608861394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3ug0JQ2SmG6C9Te0rwSR0fJuYdsVqSiJvXEYsCyxyYRTYsqdxpEV65_asTTO5w4E3nGeZ9dl34h9h1pp4WatxvkCJpVROVgaN-1ZM2s223uAfDpB5dgfEM1apXjMdhD96hICiLWRRfwpQ/s400/DSC04135.JPG" border="0" /></a> my favorite time of day when the sea and sky blend together<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhch4eaypUPUoOXPsVdJvbtpGVicHxkaY6RQTnJANSZEWfuNX0Erf4muZ2fCGSKdTegJ2pArfs4yErvvqY43mTNVsELgLuasYfCDon32gRPTWwKC2guEu0547MtE3MK1q8q_6H9yaYLMozm/s1600-h/DSC04145.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248555343976125570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhch4eaypUPUoOXPsVdJvbtpGVicHxkaY6RQTnJANSZEWfuNX0Erf4muZ2fCGSKdTegJ2pArfs4yErvvqY43mTNVsELgLuasYfCDon32gRPTWwKC2guEu0547MtE3MK1q8q_6H9yaYLMozm/s400/DSC04145.JPG" border="0" /></a> that is the view from MY ROCK... the feet at the bottom give you perspective of where i really was<br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbMRQlINE_W4psDISvFZ0eYAWOSBzbQqOM2ZIsLfLBAOZgbF5hygwblY2NXmhKQKqByMEPEYeFVrLgsiVmBqmc3VfjMCBs8aqgX0r0tNiXeFQ1oiQn8lCTbEC1KoM4chJb-ttaEujpSnn1/s1600-h/DSC03980.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248551559354130610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbMRQlINE_W4psDISvFZ0eYAWOSBzbQqOM2ZIsLfLBAOZgbF5hygwblY2NXmhKQKqByMEPEYeFVrLgsiVmBqmc3VfjMCBs8aqgX0r0tNiXeFQ1oiQn8lCTbEC1KoM4chJb-ttaEujpSnn1/s400/DSC03980.JPG" border="0" /></a> our sweet little home... the top right window.. partially hidden by the tree was mine<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzkMPUnenfKzxtYk0V2WWDnM6ZtgkK-72AiN-FDhoW9dMwU-lwVI79UQicqBljh3ywMU5Nq818QiTrF-33ObDi8SD124-3J_gJzDUKhk2ITiINt4BO9sIwj8NHxscPKK9A9w0kqYAUuyff/s1600-h/DSC04052.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248551560918129602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzkMPUnenfKzxtYk0V2WWDnM6ZtgkK-72AiN-FDhoW9dMwU-lwVI79UQicqBljh3ywMU5Nq818QiTrF-33ObDi8SD124-3J_gJzDUKhk2ITiINt4BO9sIwj8NHxscPKK9A9w0kqYAUuyff/s400/DSC04052.JPG" border="0" /></a> 100000000 tiny diamonds on the sea in Castiglioncello <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEb7MzumuFElYVITENw1BQs88vus91c1186IhInr3FXx3T5gYHfNyymnPDmlc9-wy33-KRDO_txHzmRCdGjFrTcjpv1Kl8hXORtVEk-oCOFd676-7dkrkhXz69s-2WBeH4w1kSngV5IuJG/s1600-h/DSC03901.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248551564711076722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEb7MzumuFElYVITENw1BQs88vus91c1186IhInr3FXx3T5gYHfNyymnPDmlc9-wy33-KRDO_txHzmRCdGjFrTcjpv1Kl8hXORtVEk-oCOFd676-7dkrkhXz69s-2WBeH4w1kSngV5IuJG/s400/DSC03901.JPG" border="0" /></a> Our palace in Florence... mine and Jessica's suite<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNQYMbx_RiN7c9ie0i2i87dWQbbFR0YuFI62rsENIB_BLIroYqAynCRjN692Nap3qH0sVZ-NFzCbfE6X0R3WHQRaIkXR2h3CfGKfoIY-CQMlPXk-VRnRUl-d_UAj1o4UjURcd8_efMCkw9/s1600-h/DSC03913.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248551574172128498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNQYMbx_RiN7c9ie0i2i87dWQbbFR0YuFI62rsENIB_BLIroYqAynCRjN692Nap3qH0sVZ-NFzCbfE6X0R3WHQRaIkXR2h3CfGKfoIY-CQMlPXk-VRnRUl-d_UAj1o4UjURcd8_efMCkw9/s400/DSC03913.JPG" border="0" /></a> pic from the Ponte Vecchio<br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248549183878258386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeyki5cfYTsBN2Ec3DO7Zf8-I6AYdM2iVtUEkXeIEz3-H2tv570vKDI-BrZhPLEdfgm8laZay46gTh0xegFrJChBwP8Q5a1iB001BlLwFcoUHO1-fwLkuxGTUbOj5hVu3nRVooWc86qQMa/s400/DSC04116.JPG" border="0" /> My favorite picture from the trip... Every time I see it I long to be there.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div></div></div></div>Stacie C. Fieldshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05141175581083133728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166491789978588777.post-10424830668986061962008-09-21T14:21:00.003-04:002008-09-21T14:45:50.300-04:00August 2, 2008 1:56 a.m.BOO! I'm in the airport now waiting to leave. Today, started out as another wonderful day!! We decided to treat ourselves, since we were staying in the most luxurious hotel ever (insert sarcasm) and sleep in until 9:00 a.m. When we woke up, we ate in the kitchen/breakfast area. <br /><br />Our hotel was hood! The balcony door wouldn't even lock. I freaked because I imagined some masked man coming in and killing us (CSI?). So we stacked all our bags in front of it. I fell asleep to MTV. If anything, our room had good AC. I woke up shivering. <br /><br />After breakfast in bed at Prestige Guest House, packaged croissants and bottled juice isn't what I had in mind for a place that cost 15 euro more per night, but it was good and I had a good homemade espresso. After checking out, we took the train to Termini Stazione to store the backpacks we were clarrying clothes for Rome in. When we got there the line was really long.<br /><br />We stopped at the claim section to know how much money to withdraw for our stuff and we freaked out!!!! The man told us it would be roughly 20 Euro per bag, per day, which would end up being so expensive. We were worried about it all day.<br /><br />After that, we took the metro back to Piazza Barberini and walked down Via Veneto Vittorio to Hard Rock Cafe!! HEAVEN!!! We got there and decided to eat lunch. It was so, so wonderful. We ordered water and actually got two glasses with ICE and a straw. I literraly almost cried sheer tears of joy. I miss free-flowing water so much. I can't wait to stand at my fridge and drink excessive amounts of ice-cold water. I feel so dehydrated. Beyond that we also had Heinz squeeze ketchup and French's mustard for our oh-so crispy fries!!!! It made me so happy. I <em>love</em> Italian. It has always been my favorite, but the menu selection at most places is sparse. A few more pasta dishes and I will turn into a noodle. After lunch, I got my dad a city shirt and we walked to The Borghese Gallery.<br /><br />It was exciting to see a different side of Rome... not quite so touristy. We got there really early...so I read through a guide in the gift shop! I loved the art and the villa was spectacular. I can't even imagine living somewhere like that! My favorite sculpture was Rape of the Port___ something something. There was so much detail and it really looked so real. My favorite painting (there were two) 1. cupid with a women and bees and 2. cupid and venus blindfolded which (according to the guide) represents that love is blind.<br /><br />We walked back to the Pantheon where we went to a famous gelato place. I got three flavors... cioccolato bianco (white chocolate), after eight, and champagne. One I got because I didnt know waht it was and two because I just wanted to taste. Champagne was runny and strong. After eight was intense mint and cioccolato biano was perfect. We walked in the Pantheon, just a quick little stop then moved to the Fontaine de Trevi, where the day took a dark turn.......<br /><br />I was sarting to take a pic of Jess tossing in coins and I thought she should change her settings to s quicker shutter speed. Well,... somehow some function which deletes the entire memory card was pressed....<br /><br />Needless to say, she freaked out! six weeks worth of memories were deleted. She had some good ones too. So I hopped up and announced that we were going to go visit as many sights as possible with the time we had left. We basically sprinted to the Colosseum...but she got amazing night shots... then to Victor Emanuel monument... also amazing at night. From there we walked back to the Pantheon. I withdraw 100 Euro to pay for dinner/taxi/and hopefully luggage. We ate dinner on a square in front of the Pantheon. It was beautiful. We shared a plate of mixed cheeses and a bottle of sparkling wine as our last meal in Italy...seriously a great meal. Then Jess left to withdraw money. It wouldn't work. We both freaked. I wound up having to withdraw more money to cover taxi and luggage for us both. We got to the train station (hoping Jessicas card would work) and I had to withdraw, yet again, to the 76.20 for both of us. That was better than we had imagined... thankfully. <br /><br />From there, we walked outside for a taxi. The drivers started fighting over who would take us. I got mad and just walked to a car. Coming into Rome we notcied the fixed rate to Fimicino was 40 Euro. Once we were laoding up, he informed us that we had to pay metered amount for late night travel. When he said it would be only 50-60 Euro we agreed. ... Not that great a difference we thought. He took off so fast!!!!!!!!! I think he thought the faster he went the less it would charge... honestly. Now I know I exxagerate a lot, but this time I have a witness... he reached 200 KMH at one poitn.. At first I was laughing so hard I could not breathe. It was absolutely ridiculous. This man was running red lights and everything... in the center of Rome. My uncontrollable laughter turned into a panicked laugh. It was so terrible. I was seriously scared for my life. <br /><br />We finally made it, coming in at a cheap and easy <strong><em><u>100 EURO!!! </u></em></strong>I could not believe I would have to withdraw money again!!! Once we got inside, we realized that the jerk dropped us at the baggage claim!! from there we had to walk a dang mile to our ticket counter... which still isn't open (2:44 a.m.)<br /><br />I don't want to leave Italy, but after this day, I can't wait to be home. I just want ice-water with lemon and a salad with ranch. Other than people, that's pretty much all I want from home.<br /><br />I try not to be one of the people who misses out on the joy of Italy by whining about all the things better about home. I like it here and despite these last few hours I really don't want to leave and I will really miss it!Stacie C. Fieldshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05141175581083133728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166491789978588777.post-30975904725131594672008-09-21T14:08:00.005-04:002008-09-21T14:21:34.788-04:00July 31, 20008<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ahhhh</span>... Roma!!! It's beautiful and old and dirty, but so exhilarating. I love it, but I hate it! So hot and so crowded... but there's so much massive splendor everywhere I look. Sometimes it's almost too much to take in! So far, this trip has been wonderful!<br /><br />After we arrived in Rome, we checked in to Prestige Guest House, which was yet another hidden treasure. It smelled wonderful. We got a welcome drink (OJ in Champagne Flukes) and some candy on a tray. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Romina</span>, the receptionist was so friendly. For breakfast, a tray of deliciousness was delivered to our room! I didn't even want to leave!!! The excitement of Rome pulled me out of the room though!<br /><br />We visited the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Colosseum</span>, Palatine Hill, The Forum, and St. Peter in Chains Church. At the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Colosseum</span>, we took a tour which included Palatine Hill and partly The Forum. Our tour guide was a perv...but he's Italian... so...<br /><br />We had a good dinner. We ate at Miscellanea, recommended by Rick <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Steves</span>. The food was so-so, but it was cheap and fun. We got free "sexy wine" aka Strawberry Wine (made in-house). We also sat next to a crazy Canadian woman and her Irish husband. They were nice. They showed us to an amazing <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">gelateria</span>!! There were so many flavors. On the way there we agreed we were just going to find where it was and then wait until the next day to get some <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">gelato</span>... once we got inside we changed our minds... no matter how full we were, we always found room for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">gelato</span>. I had grapefruit, kiwi, and raspberry!<br /><br />Today we took the metro to Vatican City. We did good to figure out the subway without much help. We bought a Roma Pass which has been amazing!!! I'm still in disbelief, ... get ready for this...but at the Vatican Museum, we walked right in with no line whatsoever!!!!!<br /><br />I can't believe how big that place is! It would be so easy to get lost. It was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">almost</span> like sensory overload. I just wanted to see sculptures, and the Sistine Chapel. We saw it all though. I'm so glad I'm here with Jessica who also enjoys museums and learning. We had to rush somewhat to get back to 3 Coins Bed and Breakfast (should be renamed Hotel Inconvenience).<br /><br />Luckily, after six whole years of waiting, I got to climb the cupola at St. Peter's Basilica. For an extra two euro, we took the elevator which cut out 200<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">ish</span> steps... still living 321. I was so surprised at how easy it was. We were at the top before I even realized. It kind of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">disappointed</span> me. I expected to be cramping and gasping for breath by the time I made it to the top.<br /><br />The stairs have been modernized, so unlike Florence, there wasn't much tight spiraling. At the top, I expected it to feel much <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">higher</span>. I guess those hills in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Castiglioncello</span> got my legs in shape =)<br /><br />We came back to our hotel to check in and then shopped around the Spanish Steps. I got a bomb rain-coat. I can't wait to wear it! We had dinner on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Campo</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">de</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Fiori</span>, which means Field of Flowers. It was nice. We walked back to our room, which was quite the haul. It was worth it. I'm tired and dirty, so shower and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Notte</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Notte</span>. We saw the end of a live dance concert in front of the Pantheon.<br /><br />-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Notte</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Notte</span>Stacie C. Fieldshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05141175581083133728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166491789978588777.post-2823526220806421992008-09-21T13:59:00.002-04:002008-09-21T14:07:48.720-04:00July 28, 2008My time here is almost over! I can't believe it! It seems like only yesterday, Jess and I were hauling our bags in. Before long, we made our humble abode seem like home and now we're having to leave it all behind. I'm so sad to think that I only have one day left here. I wish I could bottle this place up and take it with me. No matter what...no matter what words, 10,000 pictures or whatever, the only fair way for this beauty to be appreciated is in person. You really know what it's about when you're standing on those rocks in "dinosaur playground" and you hear the waves, breathe in the saltiness of the sea and feel that warm breeze that you know you've found a place you'll always remember.<br /><br /> Today was very emotional. We had our show last night and a party today rather than having class. At the party the teachers talked to us and shared some memories. Pola said we're the best group and that we're really the first to line up with her originial vision for the program. It really meant a lot. The most touching words came from her husband Adolphus. He is so cute. He made me cry... although I had been fighting it the whole time. He said, "I hope your paths do cross one day and when they do, love each other and support each other". Then, (and this is what got me) he said "always remember this moment". And I know I will. I will always always remember sitting there between Austin and Heather, as Adolphus' blue eyes teared up and his chin trembled. I know it before he said it, that was a moment I will always remember and always cherish.<br /><br /> I'm eternally grateful to Pola for starting this program. I'll always remember dancing beneath the wide open sky in an ampitheater on a beautiful, summer night in Castiglioncello. I will miss this place and these people so much more than I ever thought I would. If I didn't grow as a dancer, the 2800 dollars for tuition was not in vain. I am a different person. I've learned to appreciate art and movement...to see movement in sculptures, in paintings, in the landscape...to think of myself as an expressive mover who has the ability to take people on an emotional journey if I so choose. I know there is a place for me as a dancer and ProDanza gave me the confidence and passion to go find it.Stacie C. Fieldshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05141175581083133728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166491789978588777.post-47989311242222812772008-09-01T23:55:00.003-04:002008-09-21T13:59:28.150-04:00July 25, 2008So, I was just sleeping peacefully on my rock and I woke up because I felt something crawling on my arm!!! I woke up and there was a <strong>CRAB </strong>on my arm!!!!!!!!!! I was laying on my stomach, so I had my suit untied....you know where this is going...I was asleep and I jumped up, oh year the top was loose. At least there was only one old lady near me. I was so mad because it was the perfect rock for laying on my stomach and that was perfect. So...I moved to my afternoon rock even though it's only like 10:30 am here. I only get sun on one side at this time, but it's definitely the best rock!!Angled down...and right on the water so I get an amazing beach breeze!!<br /><br />I think this is a place people dream about and they don't even know it. Especially a day like today! It's noon and I'm not even glistening. There is such a good breeze. I jsut wish I could bum a ride on one of the many boats zooming past me! I brought along a white peach for a snack. I'd never had a "Pesche bianco" until I came here and I love it. It's very tasty!Stacie C. Fieldshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05141175581083133728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166491789978588777.post-56759774191960462008-09-01T23:49:00.005-04:002008-09-01T23:55:29.034-04:00July 24, 2008Last market day in Castiglioncello!! Luckily, I didn't have to buy any costume pieces. I bought one piece last week for Kathak. I got it at a vintage stand for only 5 euro!! It is royal blue, short sleeves, linen, with gold embroidered dots, and a fancy embroidered pattern in the middle. I really like it. I got it because I know I will wear it at home also. Other than that, I was pretty set with costuming. I will miss the market when I get home! Even not buying anything...it's fun to plunder and be jostled around in the crowd!!<br /><br />I just love the ease and sense of relaxation here! It is such a wonderful shift of pace from my normally crazy-hectic schedule.<br /><br />I saw a little girl at the market today who reminded me so much of Madison. She was the same size (well Madison's size when I left) she had pretty, pale skin, and white-blonde hair. It took all I had not to run over and scoop her up. I only saw her from behind because she was prissing away from her family...that too reminded me of my moon pie.<br /><br />I bought a yellow watermelon at CONAD today. I've been craving watermelon since I got here and I was totally intrigued. I decided to get it. I haven't tried it yet, but I will definitely comment on it.<br /><br />I'm pretty sore today. Actually, it's only like 8:30 maybe 8 and I'm going to bed!!<br /><br />-Notte NotteStacie C. Fieldshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05141175581083133728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166491789978588777.post-31114628831084960682008-09-01T23:36:00.002-04:002008-09-01T23:49:26.211-04:00July 21, 2008My entire trip turned around in one day! Yesterday... my bank account told me I only had $100 left and I absolutely freaked out!!! I mean I haven't even bought presents for everyone and beyond that I wouldn't even have money to stay in Rome. I was so upset!! I tried to call my mom but my mama answered and I got emotional because I really miss her and I wasn't expecting to hear her.<br /><br />So I went to bed still freaking out! O wait rewind...I stopped in the park because I didn't want to talk to anyone... I needed some alone time... I found the most beautiful spot! I'm actually glad I stopped in the park! I sat on a bench and had lots of time to unwind. It was such a pretty view from where I was. I couldn't really enjoy it thought because I was so upset, (now looking back on it... it seems I did enjoy it more than I thought I was in that moment). Eventually, I went home, when my ipod froze. I talked to Jessica. In a way it was good I found out about my money because it turns out she only had $100. We were both in the red zone.<br /><br />This morning I woke up feeling defeated and beat down; exhausted. Well, I guess it helped me because all day I got comments from the teachers. On the way to class, I told myself to focus on movement. I knew I shouldn't let my worries negatively effect my classes, because they were already paid for! My little self-communication must have worked. Then at the end of the dayI called my mom and she told me she was going to help me out! A huge weight lifted from my shoulders.<br /><br />I'm still going to continue to be tight with speding, but at least now I know I will be able to get home =)Stacie C. Fieldshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05141175581083133728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166491789978588777.post-8754605613178742862008-07-22T12:50:00.002-04:002008-07-22T12:54:40.256-04:00juy21, 2008great news...<br /><br />im not sunburned!! im a little pink but thats okay with me. the tan is starting and my hair is getting blonde. its so exciting for me. jess and i decided to skip improv today to visit the market in rosignano. i was very dissapointed. it was just 1000 stands of the same cheap clothes over and over. i bought my mama a present though so i guess it was worth it. i am done with grocery stores. i think i have gotten enough at this point to last me the rest of my trip. the girl at the conad...grocery store... actually knows us now. we found the best gelato place. weve sampled a lot too. ice palace on the piazza is best. for 2.50 i get three heaping flavors. yesterday i got fragola (strawberry), limone (lemon) and ananas (pineapple) it was SOOOOOO good!!! i will miss gelato when i get home. hip hop is getting better. at least i really like the teahcer. my only complaint with this program is that they dont give enough individualized corrections. i mean ive gotten some, but not as many as id hoped. im going to bed<br /><br />notte notte<br /><br />that means night night in italianStacie C. Fieldshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05141175581083133728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166491789978588777.post-29059266065567343042008-07-22T12:45:00.003-04:002008-07-22T12:50:11.751-04:00july 20, 2008laying by the sea on the perfect sunbathing rock... this is the life... .i wish i could stay here forever....<br /><br />siena was gorgeous yesterday. it was a very rushed trip though. we took a later train than we had orginially planned on. then we missed our stop on the bus so we had to stay on for the whole loop. i wasnt at all excited about the idea of riding on a bus. once we got to our stop, we ate a good lunch, and then found the tourist stops, the duomo, il campo... jess and i went inside the cathedral. it was breathtaking. i think it has moved up as my favorite. it is so ornate. i was really, really, upset to see that michelangelos moses was under recontruction so i couldnt see it. ive become a big fan of his on this trip. i loved siena. i would like to visit again when i have more time. i think i it would be spectacular at night. our train ride home was so long!! we had to make a connection in montepescali, which let us see a new place at least. when we got home i was so tired i ate some cereal and went to bed at 930. we have been on the beach all day!! I wore spf 50 this time!! Hopefully it wont be like last time.Stacie C. Fieldshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05141175581083133728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166491789978588777.post-62260950719651611192008-07-22T12:40:00.002-04:002008-07-22T12:45:16.992-04:00i havent written in three days. ive actually been pretty sick. i feel like i have bronchitis. i never get sick this much at home. it figures i would come to italy and be sick the whole time. i went to class yesterday morning but i left because i couldnt breathe. i slept all day. i went to two pharmacies and they were both closed for siesta. i went back later in the day and got some cough syrup. david wrote down what i needed. it made me feel better.<br /><br />were on the train going to siena now. im excited because ive heard its a beautiful town. i really hated having to miss jaysons birthday. i woke up at 600 am to tell him happy birthday at midnight there. it made me happy to know he waited up for me to call. last night we had a garden party. it was so much fun. all the dancers were there. everyone brought a dish and a bottle of wine and we ate ourside on our terrace. jessica and i made a nutella cake. it was a hit! everyone love it so much. it was pretty funny... we didnt have a plate to put the cake in so we put it in a frying pan. i took lots of pictures. it was a very fun night. i think it is something i will always remember. i cant believe i lone have one week left here ... well basically. time has flown by. ive been having a hard time with my money issues. i dont know how i cuold do it if i had not worked two jobs. i still have a lot of people to buy things for. i mostly know what i want to get them but i havent found them yet. hopefully i will today.Stacie C. Fieldshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05141175581083133728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166491789978588777.post-53275177193812731942008-07-22T12:38:00.002-04:002008-07-22T12:40:05.878-04:00july 16, 2008wow! first day of hip hop. it is so frustrating! i dont know how i feel about popping and locking. i think it may be one of those thigns that you cant really learn in class. it jsut gets frustrating... its such a small movement. so its bothersome when you cant do it. im annoyed, but im not embarassed with how i did. i cant wait for him to get to new school moves. hes like white boy thug... hahaStacie C. Fieldshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05141175581083133728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166491789978588777.post-8769863690830378802008-07-22T12:30:00.003-04:002008-07-22T12:38:10.167-04:00july 15, 2008today was the last day of jazz and kathak (indian) thats a bittersweet thing for me. im excited about takign hip hop and ballet for modern dancers but i will miss jazz and kathak. a lot of poeple were rude during kathak, because its not as dancey as what were used to , but i made sure i didnt give off that annoyed vibe. i just think its disrespectful. i always tell myself that no matter how bad a class may be, it could be the one bit of information that sets me a part in the future. you never know. tonight was my first failed attempt to prepare a descent meal. it was terrible. it was just rice, but i forgot about it and it burned. ooppsie. im actually getting pretty tan, for the first time since high school. my goal was to go home tanned an skinny, but the food is so good here and i cant resist the gelato. last night i had two very strange flavors... ricotta and pine nuts. it was awful but i had to try it .Stacie C. Fieldshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05141175581083133728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166491789978588777.post-579571845459097652008-07-22T12:27:00.003-04:002008-07-22T12:30:23.705-04:00july 14, 2008jaysons birthday is in three days !! I wish i could said "happy birthday" in person!!! today was a good day. i was tired this morning, but luckily we had a guest teacher who took it very easy on us. we would up not having floorjes rehearsal, but we had amys... which was all mixed up... im sad that tomorrow is bob and aratis last day. wednesday we will be starting with danah bella and moreno mostardo. danah is actually staying in our room for a few days. she arrived early, so she will be with us until her room is ready. <br /><br />i cant believe ive made it two weeks without any alone time. i think im almost at my breakign point though, so i will probably be venturing our on my own tomorrow. i wrote a post card for my mama and papa and realized i mailed one the other day without an address, which makes me really said, because it was very pretty and i know it would have meant a lot to them!! ill hope by some miracle it gets to them.Stacie C. Fieldshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05141175581083133728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166491789978588777.post-54252498632726434622008-07-22T12:22:00.002-04:002008-07-22T12:26:48.210-04:00july 13 2008im on the train... unfortunately leaving florence. i had almsot given up my desire to move to italy, but florence revived my love for this country. i splurged. i bought a pair of mother of pearl cameo earrings. i have planned, all along, to buy myself one or two nice pieces of jewelry rather than a bunch of clothing. i actually resisted the urge to buy clothes. well i did buy myself two tshirts and one for madison... im ready to be able to get back to the kitchen actually. ive enjoyed cooking and it helps me relax knowing i wont hav to whip out my wallet at the end of the meal. i was sad that we didnt get the chance to visit the duomo museum. i would love to see one of the pieta... but i know i will be in florence again at some point. we did visit the uffizi. outside there was a thundestorm but we were cool and dry. it actually gave the museum a sort of creepy feel, and especially the rooms that only rely on natural lighting from the windows. i really cant wait to go to sleep tonight. my legs and feet are tired and stiff from walking so much. class should be fun in the morning =)Stacie C. Fieldshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05141175581083133728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166491789978588777.post-48555099200531651802008-07-22T12:09:00.002-04:002008-07-22T12:22:31.278-04:00july 12, 2008were in florence!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! we took at 700 am train. i was nervous we were gonna miss it, but it was running late. we fell asleep on the train and woke up to the attendant fussing about our feet in the seat. im pretty much the group tour guide. i find it amazing that a person can go years without seeing a place, think theyve mostly forgotten it and then remember all of it as soon as they get back to that place. it didnt take long for me to remember why i chose it as my favorite spot. it is so incredible. it is so romantic and just makes me stand in awe of so many things.<br /><br />we walked a lot today. my feet are killing me ! we made reservations at the uffizi and then meandered to the opposite side of town for a look at michelangelos DAVID. i cant believe i never visited that museum before. sculptures are my favorite fine art. the david is situated so that when wandering through the museum, your turn a corner without expecting it and then WHAM the most incredible chunk of man/marble is standing in front of you. it literraly took my breath away.... so huge and so human. and i know its a statue, but its a sexy statue. his body is rockin. while i sat on the bench... admiring the "backside" i wondered about michelangelo. was he handsome, striking like this perfect man he created??were his eyes as intense as davids gaze as he chizzled him out of that huge chunk of marble?? i dont know .... too much deep thought for me.. but i want to know more about michelangelo.<br /><br />our room is also a major highlight for this trip. initially, it was a sore spotfor me. we got a huge big expensive room... reserved with my credit card.... we thought there would be four of us splitting the room. well we didnt have four. but in the end it was so worth the money. it was gorgeous and huge. it was an old palace made into villas and jess and i were in the suite. wood beam ceilings, antique furniture, a huge bed, great view of the bargello, flat screen with english mtc( we watch 2 a days) air conditioner. the best perk was breakfast. ive had "included breakfast" before . it was a hard roll or cereal w water or coffee. this was big soft croissants, many types of cereal, rolls, cookies, fruit, yogurt, milk, american coffee, juice, water. our table had beautiful flowers, linens, and mini jars of honey, jam and nutella. the staff was amazing... so nice. i wish my mom and dad could see it. <br /><br />we ate dinner on the piazza ... i had beef slice... which thankfully,,, was with my assumption... a steak. while we were eating outside some local/english musicians were giving a free concert. at one point i heard him end a song with "if im up and gone to carolina in my mind..:"i only heard the end because a man was playing the accordion next to us. so after dinner, we walked over and sat front row on the steps of the uffizi to hear them. i put a dollar in his guitar case and requested carolina on my mind.... well jess did it for me.<br /><br />it made me day to hear him sing "cant you see the sunshine, cant you just feel the moonshine"---- it was a perfect night. so far... it was my most beautiful night in italy.Stacie C. 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