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Is that they never cross the street without the light. Never. Not even a little bit. They patiently wait for the white man to appear. They wait from the curb; standing in the gutter is frowned upon. Even if you are on a one way street and you can see for ten miles that no one is coming, everyone waits for light. My New York instinct is to plow through them with my shoulders, but I have heard that gets better with time.

Seattle

After finishing up my semester of school and work at Columbia, I spent a week in Denver and Boulder enjoying the company of my family and boyfriend before heading west on the Oregon Trail with my best friend and driving companion, Rachel. Seattle welcomed us with open arms and sunny skies when we arrived the Saturday of Memorial weekend. The incredible hospitality of one of Dan’s friend’s, Steve, who offered me a place to crash for the summer, also helped give the city a friendly feeling. I was impressed by how much I liked the city — surrounded by mountains and water, Seattle is a nice-sized city, but cleaner, cheaper and more manageable than the big apple. Steve took us on a whirlwind tour — hitting all the best views, the space needle, the market, the first Starbucks, and a number of local bars and restaurants, all before dinnertime on our first full day in the city.
After a few days to settle in, I started my internship at the Government Accountability Office (GAO). I am surrounded by fun and intelligent staff and fellow interns, and when we get bored of each other we call up someone like the president of the National Association of State Medicaid Directors or the director of community health for Georgia and talk to them about the preventive services available through Medicaid — analyzing the availability of these services will be my primary project for the summer. Secondarily, I will be working on a request from a congressperson regarding the availability of dental services under Medicaid, triggered by the death of a 12 year old boy in Maryland when an abscessed tooth became infected and the infection spread to his brain. We are currently working on scoping and creating methodologies for the projects and I have been working on some background research. So far, the internship has proven challenging and rewarding.
Guessing correctly that after my past nine months in Manhattan, a 40-ish hour work week would seem like a piece of cake, I came into the summer with brilliant plans of working on some hobbies of interest — writing, yoga, rock climbing, and cooking specifically. However, I find it difficult to focus on these pursuits between the hours devoted to interns’ quest to experience all the best of Seattle’s happy hours. Living out of a suitcase for 10 to 12 weeks lends one a certain sense of freedom. In an effort to create some balance, I have spent time the last two weekends hiking around Seattle. My mom came out this weekend to get a sense of the shape of my summer. She joined us on an evening of happy hours and she and I spent a wonderful day hiking along some beaches and enjoying a terrific seafood dinner.
While the first weekend was sunny, the sun disappeared for about two weeks shortly after I started work. A local newspaper headline ran, “Colder than Siberia.” I strain to see the humorous side of this small tragedy. However, the sun returned this weekend and it is begging me to go outside and enjoy it so it is probably time to put down my computer.
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Dan and I hiking in Boulder
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Rachel, Steve, and I in downtown Seattle
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Rachel and I in front of the city
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And by popular demand…my amazing mother

Morir Soñando

Apologies for the Spanish titles, it is just what happens when I start reflecting on my experiences in West Harlem. Whatever you are doing right now, wouldn’t it be better with a free iced coffee? Dunkin’ Donuts is having Free Iced Coffee Day! In connection with the event, they are also donating 80,000 bucks to the Police Athletic League’s Youth Leadership Program. The PAL is the group that shuts down 151st street every weekday during the summer so that kids in West Harlem have somewhere to run and play some hoops. Free Iced Coffee day has helped me work towards one of my goals of enjoying the food of West Harlem and Washington Heights before I take off for the summer. So far I have had a farewell serving of pineapple on a stick, sliced oranges, a cheese empananada, un morir soñando, and free iced coffee that naturally comes with milk and sugar, (I can tell you that very few people in Washington Heights drink their coffee black.) Morir soñando means to die dreaming, which is what would happen if you were hit by a bus while enjoying one of these Dominican beverages made from fresh squeezed juice from two oranges and one lime, a touch of vanilla, chopped ice and evaporated milk — amazing. I was dressed for work when I bought one from the Dominican man by the laundromat and we started making small talk about the upcoming Dominican elections before he asked in a grandfatherly way if I was married and told me I had a good figure — I can tell you these morir soñandos will take care of that quick. I wonder how many of them I can get in before beginning my diet of Starbucks for the summer.

There is a decided trend in the blogosphere to become overly busy in the spring and delay posting, I have been one of the trend’s worst victims. So many things have happened in the last month that it will be difficult to do justice to them all. It’s been an awesome busy month full of big decisions. So for now, here is a rundown:
**My family visited me in NYC for about a week. Highlights include 3 Broadway shows, lots of amazing food, and seeing the guy who essentially invented the electric guitar play jazz at the age of 92.
**Looking for an apartment in Manhattan — this was an adventure. My friend and I looked at several 500 square foot “two-bedrooms” where agents suggested that we live with all our stuff and our two big dogs. (Abby’s dog, Max, is a 120 pound Great Dane/Rottweiler/German Shepard mix, and then there is my 50 pound poodle. Though admittedly this was not entirely the agents’ fault, as we described Abby’s dog as a “lab mix” on the application forms (he might have some lab in there somewhere, you don’t know) — but still, two people, a lab, and a poodle in 500 square feet? “Oh, yes, the toilet, well, see it’s in that tiny circular hole over there by the stove…” My brother is getting ready to move onto the post-college phase of his life and was also recently looking for apartments. We compared notes a bit, “a what? a model apartment? Just to look at?”
**Finding an apartment in Manhattan — So my old roommate and I ended up splitting up, and I decided on a room in a brownstone just a few blocks form my old place. I have a beautiful room, and Spot has her own backyard, and the whole thing is so amazing that I am afraid I will jinx it by mentioning it here. I just have to go load my dishwasher real quick, and then maybe I will take a jacuzzi bath before barbecuing on my flagstone deck. Spot still misses bossing around Max but has become reasonably good friends with Che, the resident beagle.
**Jaunting off to Denver to attend a banquet with my brother who was awarded most distinguished computer science graduate out of CU Boulder, but I am pretty sure they just toss those awards around. What can I say? I am just proud to share his genes. I also got to spend a couple of relaxing days with Dan in his soon to be ex-Denver house. He is getting ready to move back up to Boulder to begin a prestigious business-accelerator program, so hooray for more time with the flatirons in the background.
**Meanwhile, my sister qualified for the JOs — for those of you not hip to the lingo, it means Junior Olympics. Her volleyball team will be competing in Dallas this fall. I am proud to share her genes too.
**Moving from my old apartment to my new apartment — 100 million cart loads later I collapsed wounded and broken onto the new mattress on the floor, and I don’t hardly own anything.
**Dan came to visit me in the city for a wonderful and relaxing 11 days while we both had some downtime in our lives. Highlights include: taking him to “In the Heights” (one of the musicals I saw with my family about my NYC neighborhood, or barrio), an art museum (the Met), introducing him to some school friends over drinks by the Hudson, “the best Korean restaurant in Manhattan,” watching The Daily Show be filmed followed by an amazing dinner at an Italian restaurant and then by an indescribable molten chocolate cake from one of the best French restaurants in the city, barbecuing in my new yard, sunny afternoons, walks with the dog, and making dinners together. My mom once told me that she knew Dan loved me when he first offered to take me to the airport just about two years ago. I think that building a dresser, a bed, and hauling 200 dollars worth of groceries about two miles through town fit into that same category.
**Over the weekend there was a parade each day for one of the candidates for president of the Dominican Republic. Their elections are May 16.
**Finishing my last final, and being officially done with my first year of grad school, as of today.
**And lastly, after much debate between a couple of great options, I made a decision about my summer internship. I will be interning with the health care team of the GAO (Government Accountability Office) at their Seattle field office. I hear Seattle has amazing summers. I am a bit concerned though because I fear that my patience with April showers bringing May showers may be wearing thin. Everyone I talk to though says the same thing, “it doesn’t really rain that much in Seattle.”

Spring Break 08

Dan and I headed to San Diego to visit his brother and old friend and new sister-in-law last week. They made us very comfortable and gave us a great place to enjoy sunny San Diego. Mid-week Dan and I headed south in search of even more Spanish-speaking warmth . We crossed the worlds largest border crossing into Tijuana. Walking into Mexico was really easy, there was just a small sign denoting where the U.S. ended and Mexico began and then a swinging gate that we walked through.
From Tijuana, I once again succeeded in dragging Dan on a 7 hour bus ride in a developing country, and I think it really helped to cement our relationship. Dan is starting to LOVE 7 hour bus rides almost as much as I do, especially the ones that don’t have restrooms on board. I actually don’t mind them so much because I cannot read on buses so it gives me lots of time to just look out the window and contemplate life. I have actually missed long bus rides and having the time to settle with my thoughts so long that they no longer discomfort me. Riding through Mexico looked strikingly similar to Honduras but more kids had shoes and fewer had swollen bellies. There were also more power stations and power lines. The 7 hour ride managed to push even my limits. The bus went right through the middle of nowhere. I would have been really scared but thankfully by burly boyfriend was there to protect me.
We arrived in San Felipe after somehow changing times twice, leaving us in the twilight zone, best we could figure, and the bus ride was just about long enough to get us there. San Felipe was warm and completely chock-full of mariachi bands, the number of which only increased as Easter weekend approached. We rented a great apartment from an ex-pat that had a beautiful outdoor kitchen and patio with a view of the Sea of Cortez. Dan diligently carted our snorkels and masks all the way to San Felipe, even attempting to explain their purpose to a military guard that stopped the bus en route and searched some of the bags. However, Dan graciously saved me the embarrassment of actually having to use them in waters that were way too cold and full of only sand and difficult-to-navigate fishing nets. We spent lots of time laying on the beach though and got to spend our last evening dancing.
Walking back into the U.S. was a bit more complicated than leaving, but it probably only took about a half hour to get through the busiest border crossing in the world. We finished up the last couple of days of our vacation relaxing in San Diego and catching a cold from one another which wasn’t the greatest ending to our vacation imaginable, but worth it nonetheless.
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view from our patio
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Ingles roto
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Margaritas in the sunshine. Dan delights in telling people how I actually got so hot that I moved out of the sun for the first time all vacation while we were drinking these.
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a true pina colada
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Just for people who might need a laugh…
The other day it was clear and warmish (still hat weather, but better than the depths of winter) as I left to take spot on her morning walk. I put on my work clothes and a spring jacket and we walked down to the park. The pups were running out of food though, and I wasn’t going to be home in time to get to the store that night. So I tied Spot up to a post and ran in to get a 20 lb bag of dog food. As I walked out of the store it started sprinkling. But by the time I had gotten to spot and was fumbling at untying her leash, it started to pour. I hurriedly freed spot and we begin running towards my building. Me in my semi-professional clothes with a 20 lb bag of dog food over my shoulder and a standard poodle pulling me along excitedly as a sheet of rain opened up on us.