My name is Ashley and welcome to my personal blog!
Here you will find stories of places I've been, people I love and things I make.
Just today I read in a book, The Little Paris Bookshop, “…I’m a firm believer that you have to taste a country’s soul to understand it and to grasp its people. And by soul I mean what grows there, what its people see and smell and touch every day, what travels through them and shapes them from the inside out.” (George, Nina)
Now that we have done a cooking class abroad David and I both agree that this needs to be a new tradition. We are excited to actually bring home a piece of authentic, Guatemalan culture that we get to share with our friends and family in one of our favorite places to hang out, the kitchen.
Read more for six traditional, Guatemalan recipes
This is typically what happens and my thought process when David and I go on long hikes...
Often times traveling makes me feel small in this big world, and Israel did make me feel small...but it also made me feel dumb and ignorant. [...] And even though that sounds like a terrible feeling, despite it all, it was actually exciting, powerful, and intoxicating and all I wanted at the end of the day was more. [...] I had quickly become obsessed Israel.
Feeling nervous about starting a blog? Curious about what I felt like when I started a blog? Keep on reading for a funny story that will hopefully be encouraging for some new bloggers out there. It gets easier, I promise!
We somehow ended up hiking 6 miles through this place and had to quickly get back on the road so we could make it to Boise by a reasonable hour. By about 1:45am we drove into Boise which is great because we made it...just not at a reasonable hour. And if you asked me how we managed to wake up at 4am, drive to Utah, hike 6 miles and drive until 1:45am the next day, I would have no answer. But we did it, and we were exhausted.
I remember the phone call like it was just this morning. It was around 6am and Kiesha called me – and she never calls me, especially not at 6am so I think she must need some help. I quickly answered the phone and she says, “Ashley, Sarrah is dead. She got in a car accident and she is dead.”
Sometimes I still worry about it coming back, but that only encourages me to again, love harder and exist harder every day that I get to wake up and experience life.