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Tourist at Heart.

Glendale.... the city of my childhood. The city of my heart. My grandmother used to live there for a while and we would visit often. I think the main reason I liked Glendale so much as a kid was because going to grandma's house meant going to the pool and sitting under the cool umbrella that had water vapor dispenser.
 
It also meant Going to Porto's Bakery, the best Cuban bakery in California... lets just say it comes close to my grandmother's cooking. Porto's is like a distant relative to our family. Since Glendale is about 30 to 45 minutes away, we only pick it up for special events and holidays, and when we know its coming over, we get excited. Really excited. Cuban parties are all about the food, so naturally we order as much as our wallets allow us to, cook like crazy, and don't let guests leave without a plate of leftovers, just for extra good cheer. Got to love Cuban parties!

I spent Saturday afternoon being a tourist in the city. I was there mainly to visit Forest Lawn Memorial Park, but any time I'm in glendale means a visit to the Bakery. If you are in the area, visiting LA, or just a tourist at heart, check it out!

Pastelito de Guyaba con Queso (Guava pastry with cheese, bakery bestseller.)

Popular Cuban Soda... kinda has a bubblegum flavor.

Before going to the Bakery, we ventured through the absolute dream of a cemetery, Forest Lawn. I'm a big fan of wide open spaces, scenic views, and nature in general... who isn't? And I know this sounds strange, visiting a cemetery and not being there to visit someone laid to rest there, but they have a museum, a mausoleum, a complete replicated collection of all of Michelangelo's sculptures scattered thought the 300 acre park, and one of the biggest religious paintings in the world. Needless to say, we didn't finish viewing the gardens and got there too late to enter the museum. But there's always tomorrow :)

   Gasped when I first saw this!

Ode to Hands.

So I was watching Wicker Park (don't judge me... lol), but I couldnt help but be stunned by ending. Not at the outcome of the story, but the scene itself. No words are exchanged as the soulmates are reunited in a crowded airport, but a whole lot of gazing into each others eyes and caressing goes down.

I could go ooooon and on about how in love I am with this scene. 

I love that there are no words.
I love that its at an airport.
I love that coldplay song.
But most of all, I LOVE  Josh Hartnett's hands. What hands.

They just make the scene what it is. Its  gentle, passionate, and dramatically intimate... like your not supposed to be watching  but you can't help but look away. Is it just me who feels this way?? 

 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VlKKOnfr61w

Anyway, this what lead me to blog about hands.My favorite part of the body are hands. They are beautiful to me in every way. You express yourself with them, you can dress them up, you can make a living with them, no matter who you are or what they look like. They are exclusive to few creatures on this earth and they are the tools we use to make good and evil happen.... They really are the most understated yet incredible and gorgeous feature of the body. Here are some amaaazing photos that display just what I'm talking about.

Enjoy :)