Back home, with a project

The true is that I'm getting a little bored of doing nothing everyday. I still don't have a work permit, so it's not like I can look for a real job. I've been thinking of an idea for a while and, after meeting with a book publisher while in Brazil, it's official: I'm writing a book.

Still, it's not the crazy stressed office life I was used to, but it feels wonderful to do something else besides drive around, cook and wait for Scott to get home. I can't really be that person. I'll still be driving around a lot (I'll explain the book soon) and staying home a lot (to research and to write) but it just feels different.

It will be a guidebook on the curious places of San Francisco. This "curious places" guidebook collection has been around for a while and they still didn't have SF. A perfect match. I'm excited about the project and full of ideas.

Wear yellow, live strong.

After saying it's just an ugly yellow wristband, I got a little deeper in learning what it means. When you buy one of these yellow wristbands, you help the Lance Armstrong Foundation, that works to give information and support to people who fight cancer. I haven't been there myself, but it happened to two of my dearest people in the world. One survived, the other didn't. This kind of experience makes you want to be there to help anyone who's going trough something like this.So, just for this once, I'm not going to give the cause up just to be stubborn.

(And, if you want to know, when you mean it instead of just wearing as a fashion accesory, it doesn't look ugly at all.)
www.nike.com/wearyellowwww.lancearmstrong.com


I'm back to California, by the way.

I was flying when the Sleelers played the Patriots for the AFC championship. So, when we stopped in Miami to change planes, I asked the first person I could find (the customs guy) "Do you know how the Steelers game ended?" He answered "You mean, the Patriots game, right?" And he started laughing at me. I'm glad I'm not a football freak, or I would probably feel offended.

Cosmos with the girls

I'm trying to do everything I can and spend time with everyone.

Cool cosmo evening with the girls.

Tic tac tic tac tic tac tic tac

Is home where your friends are?

A, as in kAts. Igor's new tatoo could have been about me, but not everything is, unfortunately ;)
I'm in São Paulo for a little more, before going back to California.

Where's home?
Is it where your friends are?

Summertime (and the living is easy)

When it's summer in the US, it's winter in South America - and the other way around. December and January, for me, were always very hot months, ideal to stay by the pool at my Grandma's home, in Buenos Aires.

I came down here for the holidays, but will go back north pretty soon. Now I'm really starting to feel how hard it is to have everyone I love spread around the world...

Christmas in Argentina

Very merry.

I miss Scott, though.

Gil, Gian and Mike Irvin, the Dallas cowboy

During a quick São Paulo stop before Christmas, I had dinner with Gil and Gian (in the picture), Igor and Bianca. My cousin Junior came afterwards, with his girlfriend. I've known all of them, but Gian, for some time.

I met Gian online, on fotolog some time ago (he was already friends with Gil and Junior) and we found out that we worked for the same company, with some of the same people, almost at the same time. We would probably have never met if we didn't bump into each other online and I'm so thankful we did. We talk a lot, considering we never saw each other before today, and he was of huge influence on my decision to drop everything and move to the US, to be with Scott. He did the same sometime ago, when his wife had a good job opportunity in Italy, and it ended up being a great experience also for his professional life. He made me think that if he could be a "housewife" for a while, why couldn't I? And I'm very thankful for that.


Something funny happened on the way down.

I was flying down to Brazil and stopped in Dallas to change planes. As always, I sat at the counter, at Friday's, and ordered the usual (half portion of) potato skins and a beer. The bar was crowded and I put my computer bag on the stool by my side, mostly to avoid having people too close.

When I looked at the door, I saw this very big black man, with shiny black pants, shiny black jacket and lots of gold jewelry. He looked at my computer bag stool and came right away, to ask if he could sit there. I removed my bag, he sat and introduced himself "Hi, I'm Mike, where are you heading?". I said I'm Katia, going to Brazil blablabla. In less than two minutes half the bar was by our side, taking pictures of him. Apparently he used to be a famous football player and has a TV show now. Maybe I should have known, I even watch football on Sundays and all, but for me he only looked like a scary very big guy.

It was Mike Irvin, apparently an ex Dallas Cowboy.