'Tis the Season

Our Cookies Last Christmas Eve

Yesterday I finally convinced boyfriend that it was about time we buy a scale.  I haven't weighed myself in over a month, which is crazy since I used to weigh myself every day.  We bought a high tech one that tells you your body fat percentage, muscle percentage, and hydration level.  But now that its up and running, I'm too afraid to step on it.  

Go figure. 

Scarf Stealer

Anyway, walking into Casa Cuesta to make the purchase was like walking into a winter wonderland (which felt quite strange considering my tank top and flip flop attire - I don't know if I'll ever get used to that).  With every holiday decoration imaginable on the shelves and nonstop Christmas music playing, its obvious that they skip over Halloween here.  Maybe its because its an American holiday, or because the people are generally more religious here, I'll never know.

Picture Opt Moment on our Walk

Last Christmas, A and I both stayed in Spain.  We ate dulce de leche cheesecake from Starbucks for breakfast and took an extra long walk through sunny Barcelona.  We even attempted to cook a Christmas dinner which didn't turn out half bad.

It was my first Christmas away from home, but I loved every second of it.  I don't know if we'll be frozen in Chicago or sweating in the DR this Christmas, but I know that it doesn't matter where we are as long as we're together [insert aww here].

Sidenote: We left Casa Cuesta with a scale and a Christmas cookie tin.  

I'm not sure that makes much sense.