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When we first started dating, Chris and I sat in a tetería (tea house) in Granada with our friend Andy and wrote out our top ten lists--it was a very fun activity, especially when we were first getting to know each other. We often refer to things as being "top ten," as in: "oh my gosh, this ice cream is so good--it's definitely top ten." I occasionally come across the lists that we made in my cute little Jordi Labanda notebook from El Corte Inglés, and it's so fun to have that glimpse at what made us happiest back in October 2006 (I can't remember exactly what I wrote, but I know that mashed potatoes were fairly high on Chris's list at the time). 

 Yesterday, Chris was chatting with a friend who was having a rough week, and he recommended that she write a top ten list as a way of taking her mind off all the things that were going badly and instead thinking about what makes her happy in life. We're both big proponents of making top ten lists--when you're happy, when you're sad, when you're bored...write down ten things that you like! It can be anything (even mashed potatoes), and the list could be different from one day to the next, but it's a great reminder that life is good. Here's my top ten list at the moment.


10. opening the mail to find the new issue of Vanity Fair
{for our first anniversary--the "paper" anniversary--Chris gave me a 2-year subscription. 
I may have to renew the subscription as a third anniversary gift to myself!}

9. pulling into a parallel parking spot perfectly on the first try

8. an intense yoga class that's relaxing at the end

7. chatting with strangers

6. lattes with foam art

5. long walks 
{preferably with a dog}

4. riding in trains

3. a bottle of wine {or pitcher of sangria} and a good conversation


1. making friends with people from all over the world
{this week I went to a joint birthday party for 2 friends from Nigeria, 
worked on a lab assignment with new friends from Australia and Thailand,
and even hung out with someone from Indiana--see number 3!}
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  1. kjpMay 5, 2013 at 3:05 PM

    Yee-ha! Light sabers are definitely in my top ten.

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