<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2690202917873691346</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:16:57.432-07:00</updated><category term='beginning'/><category term='Welcome'/><title type='text'>You are bread and I am tortilla</title><subtitle type='html'>A love story of a Mexican woman and an American man that have to "cross the Border" each day to understand the other..... and it all started online.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadandtortilla.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690202917873691346/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadandtortilla.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Paloma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06077261660139527681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSm_2zMZ-X4/Szp2dvZ5GXI/AAAAAAAAALc/HckaYSWmMpE/S220/2009_10_03+040.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2690202917873691346.post-4987332672717940982</id><published>2010-03-23T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T09:39:01.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I amo you</title><content type='html'>I know it's been a while since I last wrote anything here.... But here I am .... just stopping by quickly to share something that happened just last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter is a little bit sick.... and I took her to the doctor yesterday, it turns out that she has an ear infection and I got kind of worried, her fever scared me... I was afraid it could be something worse... so, the whole day I was distracted and like not even knowing what I was doing, not being able to focus at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hubby came and I was telling him how everything went in the doctor's office.... and this is what I said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So the nurses probably thought she was fine because she was la-la-la-la-la cantando y toda la cosa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what?? I started in English and finished in Spanish... when I heard myself I couldn't believe it... it sounded so funny... I laughed so hard and hubby was just looking at me like "huh???" his eyes were so big! ... It was really weird... I was talking so fast and it sounded so funny.... I know it probably doesn't sound "the same" now that I write about it... but.... well... you should've been here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tortilla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2690202917873691346-4987332672717940982?l=breadandtortilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadandtortilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4987332672717940982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2690202917873691346&amp;postID=4987332672717940982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690202917873691346/posts/default/4987332672717940982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690202917873691346/posts/default/4987332672717940982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadandtortilla.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-amo-you.html' title='I amo you'/><author><name>Paloma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06077261660139527681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSm_2zMZ-X4/Szp2dvZ5GXI/AAAAAAAAALc/HckaYSWmMpE/S220/2009_10_03+040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2690202917873691346.post-1139041022535243066</id><published>2010-02-12T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T09:09:28.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And after 9 months.... she arrived</title><content type='html'>... continued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know.... Bread and I found out we were pregnant in December 2007, the whole pregnancy was a torment, there was no day I didn't throw up.... I didn't enjoy it at all! I wasn't even excited anymore! I just wanted it to be over! I had some complications (due to negligence of my first doctor) but God protected me... as He always does... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labor was hard too! 17 hrs! (I know there are women who even enjoy the pains of labor and things like that) but it wasn't my case! I was hooked to magnesium the whole time! I felt I was burning inside.... it was awful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally had to have a c-section (Sept. 2008) .... it was scary because I wasn't doing good... Hubby was afraid I could tell... he had this "look" in his eyes like if he was saying "good bye" to me... he came to be by my side during the c-section... He was so scared that I wanted to calm him down.... so I started singing praises in Spanish and he tried to sing with me.... (based on Psalms 19:1-2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Los cielos cuentan tu gloria Senor,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;el firmamento anuncia tus obras...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;de dia y noche es oida su voz,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;proclamando tu Grandeza"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"The heavens declare the glory of God;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;And the firmament shows His handiwork.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Day unto day utters speech,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;And night unto night proclaims His greatness"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's when the miracle happened! I heard her cry and tears just started flowing! It's like I was hit really hard with bricks of love! Like I was immersed in a sea of the most amazing feelings I never even knew existed! I couldn't wait to hold her but I was out of it! so many drugs! and still throwing up... but in the middle of it all... I was still going through a rush of the most powerful emotions that I thought were going to make me explode! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved her! I loved her so much! I felt so ashamed for being such a complainer! I would've gone through it all again! hey! Is this all there is? Let more pain come! Let more discomfort come! She is worth this and more!!! and I hadn't even seen her yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something weird happened! I couldn't open my eyes... I felt like I was convulsing (hubby says I was just shaking and shaking and shaking) I wondered inside of me (because I couldn't even speak) if I would ever be able to open my eyes... "Have they noticed my convulsing? Are they going to do anything about it?? I want my daughter!" But nothing happened... It was the result of all the drugs and the "hormone cocktail" I was in! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in the room, I was still "out of it" but... they finally brought "my precious" to me.... I held her and nursed her! I felt like a lioness with her cub! Nobody touch her, nobody get close to me... she is so perfect! Oh My God her tiny fingers! her hair is so dark! she is all mine! why can't I speak? I just want to cry! I felt like even the muscles of my face didn't respond! ... but she was finally here! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;You can see how "out of it" I was... I was all swollen up! I was in the middle of all these thoughts and emotions.... I truly didn't want to let her go! I never knew love like this existed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSm_2zMZ-X4/S3WKCGZr6NI/AAAAAAAAAaM/dtXpvtdLYJo/s1600-h/IMG_4990.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSm_2zMZ-X4/S3WKCGZr6NI/AAAAAAAAAaM/dtXpvtdLYJo/s400/IMG_4990.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Peacefully with my girl.... still out of it.. but just enjoying her beauty! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSm_2zMZ-X4/S3WIHFjXKLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Xcv4BsYlVEk/s1600-h/IMG_5008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSm_2zMZ-X4/S3WIHFjXKLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Xcv4BsYlVEk/s400/IMG_5008.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tortilla!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2690202917873691346-1139041022535243066?l=breadandtortilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadandtortilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1139041022535243066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2690202917873691346&amp;postID=1139041022535243066' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690202917873691346/posts/default/1139041022535243066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690202917873691346/posts/default/1139041022535243066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadandtortilla.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-after-9-months-she-arrived.html' title='And after 9 months.... she arrived'/><author><name>Paloma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06077261660139527681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSm_2zMZ-X4/Szp2dvZ5GXI/AAAAAAAAALc/HckaYSWmMpE/S220/2009_10_03+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSm_2zMZ-X4/S3WKCGZr6NI/AAAAAAAAAaM/dtXpvtdLYJo/s72-c/IMG_4990.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2690202917873691346.post-153232498676714791</id><published>2010-02-11T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T08:33:25.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The heartbeat! and some Mexican dances! (video)</title><content type='html'>(... continued) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finding out the great news of our pregnancy (December 2007), bread was in shock but he was really happy! I guess we just couldn't believe this was happening! We were going to be parents!!! At the same time... we kind of felt like "it wasn't possible" we were even a little "skeptic" and only when we heard the heartbeat of our baby we were reminded that... there was another life inside of me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I go to a great church, it is a very small church but the people there are very loving, it was a very interesting scene... hubby is white, I am a Mexican and most of the people in our church are African-American and they organized a wonderful surprise baby shower for me.... They tried to bring Mexico to Wisconsin.... They did great... I really enjoyed it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSm_2zMZ-X4/S3Qke3RsaHI/AAAAAAAAAY8/eLApNWCoIuk/s1600-h/IMG_3151.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSm_2zMZ-X4/S3Qke3RsaHI/AAAAAAAAAY8/eLApNWCoIuk/s320/IMG_3151.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSm_2zMZ-X4/S3Qkl272gTI/AAAAAAAAAZE/hGVruQsXqs4/s1600-h/IMG_3156.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSm_2zMZ-X4/S3Qkl272gTI/AAAAAAAAAZE/hGVruQsXqs4/s320/IMG_3156.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSm_2zMZ-X4/S3Qk7JIRaUI/AAAAAAAAAZU/FrEDHXOhlZE/s1600-h/IMG_3184.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSm_2zMZ-X4/S3Qk7JIRaUI/AAAAAAAAAZU/FrEDHXOhlZE/s320/IMG_3184.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best surprise of all... was from Bread.... (I am so blessed to be married to this wonderful man!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea what he had prepared... But... well... You have to see this video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xypBBKjFOUs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xypBBKjFOUs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he great??? I couldn't believe it! He says that for over a week he kept looking at videos in You Tube (muted) "about Mexican dances" and he got the music to dance for me! all this at night while I slept! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love this man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tortilla.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2690202917873691346-153232498676714791?l=breadandtortilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadandtortilla.blogspot.com/feeds/153232498676714791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2690202917873691346&amp;postID=153232498676714791' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690202917873691346/posts/default/153232498676714791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690202917873691346/posts/default/153232498676714791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadandtortilla.blogspot.com/2010/02/heartbeat-and-some-mexican-dances-video.html' title='The heartbeat! and some Mexican dances! 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I hope you enjoy this love story... that is more of a testimony of God's love and blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being married for about 9 months bread and I received a great Christmas gift! My father in law told us he would pay for us to spend the Holidays (Dec-Jan) in Mexico! It would be the first time I would see my family after I got married! We were really excited and thankful because we had been praying to be able to go.... Everything worked out great and we flew down to Mexico in December 24th 2007. We spent Christmas Eve with my parents and my mom's family, they were all happy to see us and they were all asking "when we would have a baby" We said we didn't know but we weren't in a hurry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On December 25th (2007) I wasn't feeling well... I was so tired, sleepy and ... throwing up! Hubby kept saying it was all because of the flight and all the eating! (hey! We were in Mexico! I missed that food so much!) but I felt there was something else... I asked hubby to take me to the Drug store and just let me take a pregnancy test, he said it wasn't worth it, he kept saying it was all because of the trip... We helped my parents (who had just moved to a new house) to do some repairs around (including painting, etc) I was EXHAUSTED! I felt like my eyes couldn't stay open! I even went to the car to sleep (to get out of everyone's way, because they were all working...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally on December 28 (and after throwing up each day) We went to the grocery store with my parents and I went to the Pharmacy section and got a pregnancy test, I told hubby I would take the test in the restroom of the store (I needed to know right away!)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came out of the restroom and hubby was talking to my brother (who had no idea what was happening) ... I just looked at hubby and this is our conversation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bread: So, what happened? (pretending to not be anxious to know... and almost with a face of "I told you you weren't pregnant)&lt;br /&gt;Tortilla: Yes...&lt;br /&gt;Bread: What?&lt;br /&gt;Tortilla: Yes I am&lt;br /&gt;Bread: (BIG EYES!!!) NO!? (in shock)&lt;br /&gt;Tortilla: (very nervous and excited) YES&lt;br /&gt;Bread: NO WAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother kept looking at us like we were crazy! LOL! and he asked: What happened? I just said... Well... nothing... I am pregnant! He started jumping up and down! We then told my dad, mom and sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a great blessing! As I said... We need to trust God's providence! Not only I was pregnant... I FOUND OUT ABOUT IT IN MEXICO.... With my family!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...to be continued)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tortilla.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2690202917873691346-6353637911965636330?l=breadandtortilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadandtortilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6353637911965636330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2690202917873691346&amp;postID=6353637911965636330' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690202917873691346/posts/default/6353637911965636330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690202917873691346/posts/default/6353637911965636330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadandtortilla.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-are-not-pregnant-you-just-ate-too.html' title='You are not pregnant! You just ate too many tacos!'/><author><name>Paloma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06077261660139527681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSm_2zMZ-X4/Szp2dvZ5GXI/AAAAAAAAALc/HckaYSWmMpE/S220/2009_10_03+040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2690202917873691346.post-6404099034867252341</id><published>2010-02-09T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T14:04:05.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's providence</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Before I start blogging about "our everyday misunderstandings, adventures, mistakes, jokes and all that's funny between bread (hubby) and me (tortilla) I've been sharing about our love story so you have a background and know what I am talking about...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So ... I continue today with our love story.... (that was interrupted in my previous post just to share about that chicken soup hubby made for me) I hope you enjoy:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God... He has everything in His hands... He knows the future... And His intentions towards us are good... This is something that I had to remember when I was marrying a man without a job! I knew I wanted to be by him... with or without a job I know bread is REALLY HARD WORKING (too much sometimes) so I wasn't worried about him not being a good provider, but you know... usually the "normal situation" when one gets married is having a job... and here we were... getting married on the 7th time we met, him without a job, I left mine and in my case I was leaving EVERYTHING I had known until then (family, friends, job, language, culture, country!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... God ... already knew that, and he had not only allowed the situation to be like that... but prepared it to be like that for us.... Hubby was unemployed for 3 months and even when he was worried we enjoyed the best 3 months of our lives! We finally got to be "a normal couple" we had "normal dates" not like those we had over the phone or online only, those were good but nothing like finally being together! We got to know each other better, it made my change less drastic, more enjoyable, I didn't know anybody here in Wisconsin... so I got to have my loved bread for 3 months, just for me, we went to the park everyday to take a walk, we just loved it! Once hubby's unemployment was about to end... God answered our prayers in HIS time and bread got a job! it was great news!!! We should have never worried.... God wouldn't give us what we wanted... but He gave us something even better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God things happened the way they did! If things were in our hands nothing would've been so perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSm_2zMZ-X4/S3HZy1gjEwI/AAAAAAAAAYk/G66tXRCk70g/s1600-h/josh+and+paloma+lake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSm_2zMZ-X4/S3HZy1gjEwI/AAAAAAAAAYk/G66tXRCk70g/s320/josh+and+paloma+lake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tortilla.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2690202917873691346-6404099034867252341?l=breadandtortilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadandtortilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6404099034867252341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2690202917873691346&amp;postID=6404099034867252341' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690202917873691346/posts/default/6404099034867252341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690202917873691346/posts/default/6404099034867252341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadandtortilla.blogspot.com/2010/02/gods-providence.html' title='God&apos;s providence'/><author><name>Paloma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06077261660139527681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSm_2zMZ-X4/Szp2dvZ5GXI/AAAAAAAAALc/HckaYSWmMpE/S220/2009_10_03+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSm_2zMZ-X4/S3HZy1gjEwI/AAAAAAAAAYk/G66tXRCk70g/s72-c/josh+and+paloma+lake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2690202917873691346.post-5044110098805730584</id><published>2010-02-08T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T10:17:06.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caldo de pollo...</title><content type='html'>I've been sick these last few days... So hubby has been wonderful and he's been taking care of me... If you read "The Coffee Shop" (my other blog) you know that I took care of him when he had a cold and gave him caldo de pollo and cinnamon tea ... so it was my turn to be spoiled and I asked him to make "Caldo de pollo" .... He has never made it so I kept telling him what to do "next" from the couch where I was laying.... He is wonderful and I was really thankful for everything he was doing.... but at the same time I was giving him instructions even on how to chop the vegetables.... You know, you get used to doing it one way and then you kind of expect everybody to do the same thing.... After one of the comments I made about "his methods" he said: "I am bread and You are tortilla" I just laughed and let him do things his way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tortilla.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2690202917873691346-5044110098805730584?l=breadandtortilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadandtortilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5044110098805730584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2690202917873691346&amp;postID=5044110098805730584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690202917873691346/posts/default/5044110098805730584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690202917873691346/posts/default/5044110098805730584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadandtortilla.blogspot.com/2010/02/caldo-de-pollo.html' title='Caldo de pollo...'/><author><name>Paloma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06077261660139527681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSm_2zMZ-X4/Szp2dvZ5GXI/AAAAAAAAALc/HckaYSWmMpE/S220/2009_10_03+040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2690202917873691346.post-6948974322663198776</id><published>2010-02-04T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T08:46:43.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The wedding!</title><content type='html'>So... I had the engagement ring, but we had no date to get married... as I explained in my previous post "Bread" had lost his job and .... well... planning a wedding being so far away from each other didn't seem easy... we both knew we wanted something simple.... for us, what mattered the most was to finally be together.... We continued to talk on the phone everyday and e-mail each other... without even knowing how... we set the date for March (we got engaged on January 27th!) were we doing everything too fast? we felt like according to the "common thing to do" we probably were... but surprisingly for us things didn't seem fast enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 2007 it would be.... Sometimes I was afraid it was all a dream... was I going to wake up one day and realize this was "too good to be true"? I hoped not! because I quit my job! I mean... the plan was to move to his country, his city, his house that would be mine too.... so there I was ... going to the courthouse on my own to get a marriage license... it was scary sometimes.... but it was a huge leap of faith... trusting that the 7th time I would see that man I met online would be to marry him.... and be together "Till death do us part" .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March came... and I couldn't believe my life was going to change SO MUCH! I wouldn't be living in my country, with my family, with my friends, in my church, I would leave everything behind... for this love! I felt it was worth it and God gave me peace... but you know... sometimes doubt comes and makes you fear....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was on March 10th in the Courthouse... Hubby came and his dad came too... it was a small ceremony.... I was shaking! ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were now.... Husband and wife.....Surprisingly... I felt.... at peace! I still went to my parents' house that day.... Hubby stayed at a hotel with his dad... we still had something else to do.. a small church ceremony... it was very nice... it was in my church and everybody was very happy for us! After that we would live together.... I couldn't believe it! Praise the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story of Bread and Tortilla was really just about to start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSm_2zMZ-X4/S2r5fHXPZVI/AAAAAAAAAXU/eJMF2APJaMA/s1600-h/love+story+21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSm_2zMZ-X4/S2r5fHXPZVI/AAAAAAAAAXU/eJMF2APJaMA/s320/love+story+21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tortilla.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2690202917873691346-6948974322663198776?l=breadandtortilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadandtortilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6948974322663198776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2690202917873691346&amp;postID=6948974322663198776' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690202917873691346/posts/default/6948974322663198776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690202917873691346/posts/default/6948974322663198776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadandtortilla.blogspot.com/2010/02/wedding.html' title='The wedding!'/><author><name>Paloma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06077261660139527681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSm_2zMZ-X4/Szp2dvZ5GXI/AAAAAAAAALc/HckaYSWmMpE/S220/2009_10_03+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSm_2zMZ-X4/S2r5fHXPZVI/AAAAAAAAAXU/eJMF2APJaMA/s72-c/love+story+21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2690202917873691346.post-5496149351678461285</id><published>2010-01-27T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T09:16:34.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you marry me? (Yes, the gloves arrived)</title><content type='html'>On January 26th 2007 my then boyfriend (now husband) arrived to Mexico... and we saw each other in person for the "6th time" ... I was really happy... and even when I thought the question about the "size of gloves" (read my previous post) meant that he was thinking about getting an engagement ring I really had no clue when that would be... I mean... we both knew we loved each other... but our previous "romantic experiences" hadn't been exactly great, I wondered how long it would take for both of us to give the big step of marriage specially under the circumstances we were (being able to see each other once a month and being so far away from each other), besides "bread" (if you know a little bit more about this blog you know when I say bread on this blog I am talking about him) had just lost his job and I had never even considered in my wildest dreams to live in USA (I had actually stated many times I never would!).... but... as I said.. January came.... and I was just happy to see my love .... who didn't travel to Mexico alone, his father was with him... to meet my family.... (my love's mom had recently passed away...) I was just happy everything was going so well.... the next day (January 27th) we went to the beach.... his dad and my dad came with us... they were talking and enjoying the view... bread and I went for a walk along the shore, holding hands... he was quieter than usual... and I was chattier than usual! I was so happy! so excited to be with him there were so many things I wanted to share with him every time I saw him, about Mexico, about the places I usually visited, my friends, my family, my culture, that I was very loud, giggly and talkative! he stopped me all of a sudden, held both of my hands and looked into my eyes and this is part of our conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bread (seriously): You are so beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;Tortilla (laughing): You are beautiful too! Look at those baby seagulls, very funny aren't they?&lt;br /&gt;Bread (seriously): I really love you&lt;br /&gt;Tortilla (still laughing): I love you too... It seems your dad and my dad are having a nice time, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Bread (seriously): I am trying to tell you something&lt;br /&gt;Tortilla (getting nervous): Ok... what?&lt;br /&gt;Bread (seriously and with teary eyes): -sigh-&lt;br /&gt;Tortilla (thinking) -OH! MY GOD!!!-&lt;br /&gt;Bread (smiling, nervous and looking for something in his pocket): I really really love you, I think you are the woman God has for me and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.... Would you marry me? (showed beautiful ring)&lt;br /&gt;Tortilla (nervous and smiling): I love you too! -giggling and teary at the same time- Yes! I want to marry you!!! &lt;br /&gt;- then we hugged and kissed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing! As we stopped hugging and kissing I was looking at the ring in my finger.... and he said ... this is all so perfect... and we walked a little bit more... then he said... "can you imagine if we found a sand-dollar right now? that would be amazingly perfect!" I laughed... there are usually no sand dollars in that beach... last one I had seen was when I was about 10 yrs. old and it wasn't on that beach... But I still said: "Yes, it would be perfect"... I was still saying it when THERE IT WAS ...&amp;nbsp; A PERFECT SAND-DOLLAR!!! in front of us... we couldn't believe it! I was even wondering if he put it there but THERE WAS NO WAY! We were together the whole time and randomly walking on the sand, he was just as surprised as I was.... He picked it up and we laughed!!! We still have it.... for us it was almost like a sign..... God takes care of even the smallest details... He was and is with us.... and He showed it in something as little as a shell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Our meaningful sand-dollar, which we will always keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSm_2zMZ-X4/S2BxT8kkAuI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ge3VV_8SKcY/s1600-h/sanddollar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSm_2zMZ-X4/S2BxT8kkAuI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ge3VV_8SKcY/s320/sanddollar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tortilla. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2690202917873691346-5496149351678461285?l=breadandtortilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadandtortilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5496149351678461285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2690202917873691346&amp;postID=5496149351678461285' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690202917873691346/posts/default/5496149351678461285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690202917873691346/posts/default/5496149351678461285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadandtortilla.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-gloves-arrived.html' title='Would you marry me? (Yes, the gloves arrived)'/><author><name>Paloma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06077261660139527681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSm_2zMZ-X4/Szp2dvZ5GXI/AAAAAAAAALc/HckaYSWmMpE/S220/2009_10_03+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSm_2zMZ-X4/S2BxT8kkAuI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ge3VV_8SKcY/s72-c/sanddollar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2690202917873691346.post-4923521845292169709</id><published>2010-01-21T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T10:35:42.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What size of gloves do you wear?</title><content type='html'>After three months of online dating and many phone calls, the first time my now hubby and I saw each other was perfect! we were so happy and in love that we wanted to find a way to get together at least once a month, not an easy task being so far away and both of us had full time jobs.... nothing impossible for love though, so after his visit to Mexico it was my turn to visit so I flew all the way up from Mexico (with my brohter) to meet his family, they were all so wonderful! Things couldn't be better, this was on October 2006, then he visited on November and he visited again the first week of December, then I came for Christmas, things were going really great, I felt like I was floating over pink clouds! One day before his next visit (which would be in January) he called me... I was in my office and I was happy he called, he was kind of "short" on the phone and this is a little bit of the conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bread: "I was wondering how your hands are"&lt;br /&gt;Tortilla: "What do you mean?"&lt;br /&gt;Bread: "Yes, like, for example, what size of gloves would you buy?"&lt;br /&gt;Tortilla: "I don't know! I guess standard, why?"&lt;br /&gt;Bread: "I just want to buy a pair of gloves for you and I want them to fit perfect"&lt;br /&gt;Tortilla: "You just gave me a pair of gloves on Christmas..."&lt;br /&gt;Bread: "Yes, but I want these to fit perfect... let's say you are going to buy a ring, what size would it be?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you can imagine how excited I was!!! I knew what these questions were all about!!! Even now... that we are married... I still mention the "size of gloves" question and he laughs... he says he thought I had no clue it was all about an engagement ring... yeah right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Picture of us, when I met his family (which of course is bigger now&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSm_2zMZ-X4/S1iQr9RVI0I/AAAAAAAAASI/HLHK_8V938Y/s1600-h/joshua%27sfamily.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSm_2zMZ-X4/S1iQr9RVI0I/AAAAAAAAASI/HLHK_8V938Y/s320/joshua%27sfamily.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tortilla.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2690202917873691346-4923521845292169709?l=breadandtortilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadandtortilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4923521845292169709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2690202917873691346&amp;postID=4923521845292169709' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690202917873691346/posts/default/4923521845292169709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690202917873691346/posts/default/4923521845292169709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadandtortilla.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-size-of-gloves-do-you-wear.html' title='What size of gloves do you wear?'/><author><name>Paloma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06077261660139527681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSm_2zMZ-X4/Szp2dvZ5GXI/AAAAAAAAALc/HckaYSWmMpE/S220/2009_10_03+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSm_2zMZ-X4/S1iQr9RVI0I/AAAAAAAAASI/HLHK_8V938Y/s72-c/joshua%27sfamily.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2690202917873691346.post-3648027729117401122</id><published>2010-01-18T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T15:32:59.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>September arrived !</title><content type='html'>I know it is January, don't worry I am not confused with the dates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said in my previous posts, when hubby and I were "online dating" we set a date for the first time we would see each other in person... It would be SEPTEMBER! I was so excited and nervous, and so was he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We LITERALLY counted the days, hours and minutes to see each other! And September CAME! I had to pick him up at the airport in Texas (I just had to cross the Border MX/USA) and there he was, with that big beautiful smile! I couldn't believe it! It was finally real, the person I had been e-mailing to and talking on the phone with WAS FINALLY HERE! We almost ran to each other and HUGGED! (YES, LIKE IN THE MOVIES) It was so exciting but kind of awkward at first.... I couldn't even look at him! I wanted him to keep speaking because his voice made me feel better! That voice I really knew well... so I even closed my eyes to hear him speak and connect the voice with the person in my brain! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We crossed to Mexico and we even had an "escape plan" in case things didn't work out, he had reservations for only one night at a hotel close to the Border and a friend of mine would be the "driver" in case he wanted to leave, he had her information to call her whenever he wanted... but that wasn't necessary, as we continued talking things got better and then HE KISSED ME! After that, everything was easier, yes, it was the same person I had been talking to on the phone! And I praised God he was finally with me! He made the arrangements at the hotel to stay for 9 more days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family loved him, My boss and friends loved him! There was nothing not to love about him and they realized it! He was an honest, godly (and super handsome!) man! and I already loved him even before seeing him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tortilla.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2690202917873691346-3648027729117401122?l=breadandtortilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadandtortilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3648027729117401122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2690202917873691346&amp;postID=3648027729117401122' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690202917873691346/posts/default/3648027729117401122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690202917873691346/posts/default/3648027729117401122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadandtortilla.blogspot.com/2010/01/september-arrived.html' title='September arrived !'/><author><name>Paloma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06077261660139527681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSm_2zMZ-X4/Szp2dvZ5GXI/AAAAAAAAALc/HckaYSWmMpE/S220/2009_10_03+040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2690202917873691346.post-8018584580296438076</id><published>2010-01-13T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T05:26:40.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skepticism</title><content type='html'>Hello dear readers! :) Whoever you are, whether you follow or not, if you comment or not... I really appreciate it that you are here reading about my very peculiar, bi-cultural marriage! As you can tell I've been sharing bits and pieces from the moment hubby and I started our long-distance, online dating and kind of mixing it with current events of our lives! Do not think that you "know how this ends" just because we are now married! No! This is not a story that "ends in marriage" this is a story that begins every single morning when I realize I am next to the man I never knew existed and I never knew I needed! I know it sounds weird...you probably expected me to say that I was waiting for him, exactly him, but to be completely honest I was expecting everything but anyone like him... I am glad life does not always give us what we want... but gives us what we didn't know we needed! And my husband has been exactly what I was needing and much more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, stay here, follow, comment or just read.... but share with me this everyday story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skepticism..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's exactly what some people felt towards my "internet relationship" ... as I have shared before, Hubby and I said "I love you" over the phone and sure we were right for each other, but that's of course hard to believe for those around you, specially when you have already made "mistakes" in relationships with people you knew IN PERSON, I had a picture of my then boyfriend on my desk, I hadn't shared with anybody at work about it all (I had a high position and I thought it would seem awkward for those who didn't know the details) -specially when even for me it was all hard to believe- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a peer came to my office and saw the picture and this is how the conversation went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- guy: Who is that?&lt;br /&gt;- Tortilla: My boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;- guy: Really? Where did you meet him?&lt;br /&gt;- Tortilla: e-harmony&lt;br /&gt;- guy: WHAT? uh, congratulations! mmm, I have to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he left with a smirk on his face. I felt like I blushed, I mean... I had no reason to explain but I had no reason to hide it either... I actually wanted to TELL EVERYBODY ABOUT IT! My family knew and they were so happy for me (incredibly they trusted him from the very beginning), my pastor knew and he was quite suspicious about it all, some close friends knew and they usually said I was just crazy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kind of hard to have this long-distance relationship! I wanted to introduce him to everyone and show them it wasn't just part of my imagination.... But as time passed and September (as we planned to see each other for the first time on September) got closer, I started wondering if he would come... I didn't want to be embarrassed... I didn't want to be left on an empty airport waiting for someone who would never come.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a weird feeling! Every time I talked with him I felt completely confident of everything! But as I hung up I started wondering if all this that was so beautiful but that happened so fast wasn't just in my mind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! Sleepless nights I spent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tortilla.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2690202917873691346-8018584580296438076?l=breadandtortilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadandtortilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8018584580296438076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2690202917873691346&amp;postID=8018584580296438076' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690202917873691346/posts/default/8018584580296438076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690202917873691346/posts/default/8018584580296438076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadandtortilla.blogspot.com/2010/01/skepticism.html' title='Skepticism'/><author><name>Paloma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06077261660139527681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSm_2zMZ-X4/Szp2dvZ5GXI/AAAAAAAAALc/HckaYSWmMpE/S220/2009_10_03+040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2690202917873691346.post-1748306058465326081</id><published>2010-01-11T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T10:08:48.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I won't say I love you</title><content type='html'>Good Monday friends! I am really excited to share part of my love story with you! As you now know hubby and I met online and as I remember and write about the way it all happened I can't help but smile and be amazed at the way God works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was telling you on my previous post how we started (and continued) talking over the phone.... here it continues:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In many of our daily conversations (and only about 2 weeks after we started talking on the phone) we felt like saying: "I like you a lot!" wasn't enough, but we were both scared of our own feelings! We were surprised we felt so much without having even met in person and... so soon! but the feelings were there! I was afraid of saying "I love you" ... I didn't want to scare him... and at the same time I kept wondering... DO I??? Do I really love this guy? I mean... I feel like I do but... is it possible? So I kept saying "I love talking with you", one night we were talking and out of the blue he said: "Paloma, I will not say I love you, not now, not until we have met in person and until I am sure I do" I could tell he was also fighting the need of saying "I love you" I could tell he was scared too and I think he was saying it more to convince himself it wasn't "the best thing to do" .... I said, "Don't worry, I understand! I feel the same way! I think we should wait until we see each other" ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night, while we were talking again... I don't remember what we were talking about but all of a sudden I heard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And without thinking about it I just said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "I love you too"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both laughed!!! we said it! and it felt so right! I wasn't afraid anymore... I loved him and he loved me too! ... He loved me... and I loved him back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tortilla.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2690202917873691346-1748306058465326081?l=breadandtortilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadandtortilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1748306058465326081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2690202917873691346&amp;postID=1748306058465326081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690202917873691346/posts/default/1748306058465326081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690202917873691346/posts/default/1748306058465326081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadandtortilla.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-wont-say-i-love-you.html' title='I won&apos;t say I love you'/><author><name>Paloma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06077261660139527681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSm_2zMZ-X4/Szp2dvZ5GXI/AAAAAAAAALc/HckaYSWmMpE/S220/2009_10_03+040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2690202917873691346.post-4326624831182824394</id><published>2010-01-07T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T13:28:35.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He-llo... a Mexican answered</title><content type='html'>After following the process of e-harmony and many many long e-mails (in about a week) we decided to shared phone numbers and finally talk by phone.... so, I gave him my number and he called... I was so nervous when I answered... my heart was jumping out of my chest... I was 27 years old and acting like a 15 yr. old!... so I answered.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- He-llo?&lt;br /&gt;- Paloma?&lt;br /&gt;- yes tee-hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had such a beautiful voice! I could hear he was smiling on the other side of the line! And we talked for hours and hours! After that, we would talk every night and we also had "dates" (over the phone!) we would schedule specific times to talk and we were both looking forward to our phone conversations to share what we did during the day and to tell the other one what we were looking at in that exact moment, describe our houses, our daily life, our jobs, etc.... Many times I saw the sun set and rise while talking with him! We spent way over 8,000 minutes on the phone... talking about everything! It might seem "excessive" but we weren't playing games... we really needed to know the person we were talking to... we realized we wanted to be with each other but we had to get to know each other well before meeting in person... I mean... it was scary for both of us... and we didn't want to take any chances (any more than the chances we were already taking by "internet dating")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... He-llo.... I said, with a thick Mexican accent, when I answered the phone that night ... and he still makes fun of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even now... we like calling each other... it brings back many beautiful memories of our "phone dating" times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tortilla.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2690202917873691346-4326624831182824394?l=breadandtortilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadandtortilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4326624831182824394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2690202917873691346&amp;postID=4326624831182824394' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690202917873691346/posts/default/4326624831182824394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690202917873691346/posts/default/4326624831182824394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadandtortilla.blogspot.com/2010/01/he-llo-mexican-answered.html' title='He-llo... a Mexican answered'/><author><name>Paloma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06077261660139527681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSm_2zMZ-X4/Szp2dvZ5GXI/AAAAAAAAALc/HckaYSWmMpE/S220/2009_10_03+040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2690202917873691346.post-156858453470782626</id><published>2010-01-06T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T07:13:39.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love at first "e-mail"</title><content type='html'>As communication started with the "guy from Wisconsin" through E-Harmony... we found ourselves not being able to wake up early enough to see if the "other" had sent e-mail! It was so wonderful and exciting! I was even quite scared! How could I feel like this for someone so far away... and I had never even heard his voice! It was love at first "e-mail" I would say! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dh and I made a book with all of our "e-harmony" messages (from the moment we started communication", e-mails, questions we asked each other, etc....) So I will share with you 2 of first questions and answers... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions from Bread (DH) to Tortilla (myself):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How often do you lose your temper:&lt;br /&gt;- Once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What best describes your parents' relationship towards each other:&lt;br /&gt;- Married and loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions from Tortilla (myself) to bread (DH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your opinion of committed long distance relationships?&lt;br /&gt;- they can work for a predetermined period of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you a passionate person?&lt;br /&gt;- Passionate about Jesus, love and life but not about little things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just 2 questions we asked each other of the MANY MANY MANY other questions we made, we also shared our "must haves and can't stands"... I started thinking this "internet thing" wasn't such a bad idea after all! I mean... it was amazing to see how similar we were in the important things... now we've discovered how different we are in many other things... but those differences are what make this love richer! and I would even say stronger... we learn from each other, love each other and everyday there is something new to laugh about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recently we were in a family meeting and I was pointing at a lightbulb and telling my daughter "foco, foco" (lightbulb in Spanish) .... I never thought of the way it sounded in English.... and my husband had to tell me to ... basically stop... Once I realized "why" I laughed... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! the misunderstandings in this house! I'll tell you more soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tortilla.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2690202917873691346-156858453470782626?l=breadandtortilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadandtortilla.blogspot.com/feeds/156858453470782626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2690202917873691346&amp;postID=156858453470782626' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690202917873691346/posts/default/156858453470782626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690202917873691346/posts/default/156858453470782626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadandtortilla.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-at-first-e-mail.html' title='Love at first &quot;e-mail&quot;'/><author><name>Paloma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06077261660139527681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSm_2zMZ-X4/Szp2dvZ5GXI/AAAAAAAAALc/HckaYSWmMpE/S220/2009_10_03+040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2690202917873691346.post-3669173212353341365</id><published>2010-01-05T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T15:19:19.141-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beginning'/><title type='text'>How it started.... Tortilla's version</title><content type='html'>One day I was looking for "personality tests" online... I love taking tests (Yes I know I am weird) I've loved them all my life! in school... in magazine... any test! so.... searching on Google I found that you could get a free "full personality profile" from .... e-harmony! I answered SOOOOOOOOOOOOO Many questions (you have no idea unless you've gone through it) and I got my free profile.... I was happy with it... after the test there was a page saying you needed to pay about 20.00 USD to be able to get in touch with other people that the "system" would match with you according to your answers (it considers values, religion and many many many other things) ... I wasn't interested so I declined but still I started receiving "matches" on my e-mail! I was so tired of it! I kept deleting one match after another, trying to block the e-mails (But I still got them on my "junk" folder)... I kept deleting them all! two years later..... (YES... TWO YEARS LATER) and after deleting many many e-mails ... there were some changes in the Company I was working for and they started paying us through a new debit card.... I wanted to "test" it for the first time.... and I thought about "buying" something online.... I kept wondering what I could buy! I was checking my e-mail at the same time and there it was ... another e-mail from e-harmony saying there was a "special offer" for 3 months and they charged very little... So I thought... "why not" (It is really weird I decided to pay the very thing that has been so annoying - now I am so thankful and I can see how GOD WORKS - ) but there I was ... paying for the e-harmony service.... So I got new matches and people trying to contact me.... including a guy who lived very very very far away... (in Wisconsin).... I remember I saw the system "matched us" and I thought "nice smile but too far away" besides, I do not believe in "cyber-love" so ... I deleted HIM TOO!, after a week I received a notification... the guy from Wisconsin was "requesting communication" with me (on e-harmony you cannot contact the person directly, it has to be through the system and folowing a bunch of steps)... I thought about it... saw that "nice smile" again and thought "why not? it might be fun!" ... and little I knew.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tortilla.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2690202917873691346-3669173212353341365?l=breadandtortilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadandtortilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3669173212353341365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2690202917873691346&amp;postID=3669173212353341365' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690202917873691346/posts/default/3669173212353341365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690202917873691346/posts/default/3669173212353341365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadandtortilla.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-it-started-tortillas-version.html' title='How it started.... Tortilla&apos;s version'/><author><name>Paloma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06077261660139527681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSm_2zMZ-X4/Szp2dvZ5GXI/AAAAAAAAALc/HckaYSWmMpE/S220/2009_10_03+040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2690202917873691346.post-384337684021942474</id><published>2010-01-04T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T15:30:35.752-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Welcome'/><title type='text'>Welcome!!!</title><content type='html'>I am so excited about this new blog.... I will ask my dear wonderful husband to help me with it so you might soon see comments or entire posts he will write!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog will be about my husband and I, our great differences and our even greater love! It hasn't been easy to be married to someone from another country, live in his country and leave everything behind! I am sure it hasn't been easy for him either... but... surprisingly as it might sound it hasn't been hard either... it has just been INTERESTING, PEACEFUL, EXCITING.... DIFFERENT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start this blog telling you a little bit of ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About me:&lt;br /&gt;- I was born and raised in Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;- I am the oldest of 3 children, I am 30, my sister is 27 and my brother is 22 (almost 23)&lt;br /&gt;- I am very close to my family in Mexico and I always boast about being my dad's favorite (even when I know it's not true... I mean... he does spoil me but he's always made clear he loves us all the same!)&lt;br /&gt;- Raised as a Christian, with Christian values.&lt;br /&gt;- I am used to noisy streets, supper at 10 p.m. and eating tacos on the street.&lt;br /&gt;- I love music, singing and dancing!&lt;br /&gt;- I like to eat tortillas with EVERY MEAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband:&lt;br /&gt;- He was born and raised in the USA.&lt;br /&gt;- He is an only child.&lt;br /&gt;- He is close to his dad, (he was really close to his mom, she passed away 4 years ago)&lt;br /&gt;- Raised as a Christian, with Christian values too!&lt;br /&gt;- He is used to quiet streets, supper at 5 or 6 p.m. and would've never thought about eating anything that doesn't look "FDA approved" (LOL!!)&lt;br /&gt;- He likes classical music and can't keep the beat of music.&lt;br /&gt;- He loves ham and rolls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just a little bit of who we are... You will know more soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might wonder how we met.... when we were born 1,700 miles away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will know soon.... in my next post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tortilla.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2690202917873691346-384337684021942474?l=breadandtortilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadandtortilla.blogspot.com/feeds/384337684021942474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2690202917873691346&amp;postID=384337684021942474' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690202917873691346/posts/default/384337684021942474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690202917873691346/posts/default/384337684021942474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadandtortilla.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome-to-my-new-blog.html' title='Welcome!!!'/><author><name>Paloma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06077261660139527681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSm_2zMZ-X4/Szp2dvZ5GXI/AAAAAAAAALc/HckaYSWmMpE/S220/2009_10_03+040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
