It happened; I turned 30 years old. My dearest friend Kate threw a total rager and we had a real dirty thirty party.
A week in southern Utah; it's like medicine from heaven and a true comfort to my soul. There is something about the barren beauty that is captivating and soothing. I finally climbed in Indian Creek, bagged a desert tower, and led some 5.10 trad. We also got to see old friends and hang out in St. George and in the glory of Zion National Park.
Since I returned from Guatemala I have been volunteering at a women's health clinic that serves primarily mono-lingual Spanish speakers. It has been terrific to be involved and with women's health and speaking a bit of Spanish. It's also a great honor to be a part of an organization that does such high quality and important work!
I spend every Wednesday night at Centro Latin Kitchen eating the most delicious paella (a special only offered on Wednesdays). With the help of friends, I finally branched out and ordered something else. I pulled together my best buddies in Boulder and we got the Cerdo Grande (two actually), a large pork shoulder roast. It was a feast!
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