I have always wanted to do this. I’m somewhat embarassed it took Awesome to finally make me do it. But proud I did it, none the less.

I sponsored a child today.

Her name is Neftalie. She is two years old and lives in Haiti. Her community is ravaged by AIDS.

She’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.

For $35 dollars a month, my donations help provide food, clean drinking water and education for Neftalie and her community.

Neftalie’s parents are both laborers, but unfair wages prevent them from adequately providing for her and her three siblings. I hope I can help. Haiti has seen so much destruction and children are hit the hardest.

I hope one day to meet Neftalie and in the meantime correspond with her and her family via letters.

It can seem like a lot, but when you break it down to roughly a dollar a day, do you think you might be able to sponsor Christin:

Or Stephen:

Or Doris:

If you could, it would be incredibly, amazingly, Awesome.

xoxo.

That’s right. I turned 29 on the 29th day of Awesome. In my book, that’s better than a Golden Birthday. That’s an Awesome Platinum Birthday or something.

Anyway, the other thing Awesome about my birthday is I came home to Denver after a couple weeks of traveling. What was awaiting me here in Colorado when I got home? A full-on double rainbow. That’s what!

Not only was it a double rainbow, but it went pot of gold to pot of gold. You know, all the way round. And a perfect excuse to use my new 360 app.

Not only was a double rainbow waiting for me when I got home, but so were Ian and Lesley ready to accompany me to birthday dinner at the Ale House in the Highlands. Lesley brought me these Awesome birthday flowers. Must be she knows how much I like flowers. Pretty sweet and Awesome Birthday.

It wasn’t any of the other girls birthdays. But I bet they got just as Awesome.

xoxo.

As I’ve said before. I love flowers. Gardens. Etc… So when I was in Portland, looking for a hotel on hotels.com and it said the hotel I booked was close to “the Grotto” I had to explore.

Through a bit of research, I learned the Grotto was home to 63 acres of gardens. In the middle of Portland! That was enough for me.

It turns out the Grotto is not only a slew of gardens, but one of the most devout Catholic shrines in America. It is lauded as a place of prayer and reflection and it strewn with various shrines and monuments depicting saints and Jesus that can be seen among the miles and miles of hiking trails.

The coolest part of the Grotto, however, is the elevator that takes you up to the upper gardens. The 110-foot elevator is a huge stone building that  encompasses the elevator shaft and that alone. It’s sketchy looking, eh?

The elvevator and the Grotto cave

One you’re up, you are able to walk around the 62 acres. Included are the Rose Gardens:

St. Anne’s Cathedral :

The Meditation Chapel — built of polished granite and glass walls — and the Monastery — home to the Servite Friars.

And the Peace Gardens:

Even though I’m not an extremely religious person, it was hard not to be spiritually moved by being here. If you’re ever in Portland, I strongly suggest you go check it out.

See what the other girls of Awesome checked out today.

xoxo.

And because I love books so much, I HAD to visit the original Powell’s Bookstore in Portland, OR. Powell’s City of Books (as it’s called) is not just any bookstore. It’s the world’s LARGEST New and Used Bookstore. It encompasses a full city block and has over 68,000 square feet of retail space. That’s a lot of room for shelves of independent books for the Portland Hipsters to browse.

Upon entering the mythological place, I literally lost my breath. It was overwhelming and I had no idea how to navigate the many rooms full of shelves. This was not your average Borders.

At the risk of sounding like a complete nerd and losing half my followers and friends, I may have shed a tear or two of happiness being surrounded by all these books. Particularly when I chanced upon this shelf full of classic Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys books. I LOVE me some Nancy Drew.

Nancy, Frank and Joe.

Not only that, but I couldn’t decide which books to purchase. I ended up with three new ones… Obviously.

On this same day, my friend Clare tweeted this amazing essay from Little Miss Dorkette. I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE it. Read it. Now.

Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent.  Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilightseries.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.

xoxo.

For all the time I had recently spent in the Netherlands, the biggest thing I don’t like is that I don’t know the language. I’ve always felt wrong about the fact that as an American, visiting a foreign country, rather than I know the language to communicate, every one in whatever foreign country I’m visiting speaks English. Even though they don’t have to! It bothers me. Makes me feel ignorant and selfish. So, as I was making my way from Holland to Oregon, I happened upon this Rosetta Stone kiosk in the Houston airport.

The very helpful kiosk attendant, William, showed me how it works and I correctly indicated the drinking children versus the eating children. Brava.

So, I did it. I purchased the last remaining copy of the Level One Dutch learning kit.

Please, dear Nog and Awesome patrons, hold me accountable and check in on me and my language learning!

Check what the other girls may need help being held accountable for! 30daysofawesome.com

xoxo.

Amsterdam is the bike capital of the world.

I love flowers. I love to have fresh flowers in the house. I love planting flowers. I love going to gardens. So when Gregg told me Amsterdam had it’s own, huge, flower market that showed off  — among other things — the tulips the country is known for, I had to go check it out.

From the back of the markets. They go on for days!

Added bonus: Across the street from the flower market were many of the cheese shops famous to Holland as well. I love cheese. Like, a lot.

Win. Win.

They sell bulbs of Tulips. But I was afraid to bring them home as you know customs… they’re so afraid you’re going to bring home some sort of disease. Plus, I’m not sure they would really flourish in the dry heat in Colorado.

So instead, I brought home some of the many wooden tulips they had for sale. They’ll go perfectly in the REPLICA Delft vase I bought. Fake deserves fake.

I also found a whole bunch of classic wooden shoes at the markets.

So many flowers!

There was also a good bit of cheese to sample.

See what the other girls sampled on this 25th day of awesome at 30daysofawesome.com

xoxo.

I, alas, can not afford any real Delft items, but it’s fun to look, and take photos, of vases worth upwards of $20,000.

See what the other girls did today at 30daysofawesome.com

xoxo.

It was windy in Zandevoort. Kite surfers were out in full force as were littlies flying kites. It looked Awesome. So I thought I would get into the spirit and go fly a kite!

We also did a little exploring and found a couple uniquely Zandevoort elements.

xoxo.