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Funfetti is trying to defy the evils of writer's block one project at a time.

Red Velvet is a quirky little cupcake trying to channel her inner writer.
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Funfetti #7: Travel

Where did you travel this year? What was your favorite part? If you didn’t get to travel, where do you want to go next year? #weverb11

While I sometimes daydream about just buying a plane ticket on a whim and heading to a tropical paradise (usually on a crazy day at work), I’ve never actually acted on it. For some reason, it just never occurred to me to pull the trigger. Though, I did come sort of close to that this year. When I realized two of my best friends would be in the same state at the same time and all I had to do was just get there, I sent an email about us meeting somewhere in the Keys. (I had never been.) They loved the idea, and I bought some plane tickets.
 
Blue skies. Palm trees. Fruity drinks. I was in the middle of one of my favorite country songs, for sure. My one friend and I road-tripped to meet the other, found our hotel, and settled on the beach behind our hotel. I think we probably talked for twelve hours straight (maybe more), stopping to sip our beer, take a few pictures, and take showers later on. The water was amazing, we sat in beach chairs, and just enjoyed spending some uninterrupted time with one another. We’ve been friends since our first semester at college, and sometimes I’m just blown away by how different we are and that we’ve lasted this long, especially since we are never in the same place at the same time. (Come to think of it, even when we lived on the same campus, we had trouble getting together. I remember the post-it notes: “Where have you been? I haven’t seen you all week!”)
 
Later, we sat and watched the sun set. (We’re romantic like that.) Ate s’mores and got pretty for dinner. After a delicious meal, we sat in beautiful hotel room (glad we splurged!) and just talked. More. I love how we always have so much to say, and how right before we go to sleep we all said outloud how happy we were to be doing something like this together. I’m not really use to that kind of outward affection when it comes to being home with my friends. But it was so true. And it felt good to hear it. I sort of live for these adventures, and these two girls always make me feel like I can do anything.
 
The next morning, before we left for our trip to airport, we decided to jump in the water one more time. There was no one in the bay, the water felt so good (I love to swim), and the sun was already hot on our backs. It was only a few minutes… I didn’t want to leave. It was so gorgeous.

I know some thought I was nuts to just go away for less than 2 days. Sure, I was exhausted when I got back but it really was one of my highlights of my year.

I can’t wait until we can meet up in another fun place. (But after I replenish my wallet like a good girl…)
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Red Velvet #7: Travel #WEverb11

Travel.

Where did you travel this year? What was your favorite part? If you didn’t get to travel, where do you want to go next year?


I went to London and Paris with one of my best friends this year.  It was my first time out of the country and one of the most memorable experiences of my life.  It’s funny, not only do I remember everything about the trip itself but I also remember all the moments leading up to it.  

Last Christmas, I had spent some time with a cousin on my dad’s side of the family that I rarely see.  We get along great but he lives all the way in Australia so I probably see him every 4 years or so.  He had just gotten back from a trip to Iceland and was telling me all about his travels and the people he met.  Then I told him how I’d never been out of the country.  What followed was a look of horror on his face and him saying, “Tell me you’ve at least been to Canada.”  (I have.)  I couldn’t get stop thinking about it and less than a week later, I was IMing Giggles and telling her we needed to travel ASAP.  Enough with the waiting, let’s just do it.  And we did.  

It was amazing, to say the least.  I loved everything about London and Paris (minus the occasional grumpy Parisian).  I’ve already talked in length about my vacation but if I had to name a few things that stood out to me it would probably be: the Eiffel Tower, warm fluffy croissants, “the Tube”, double decker buses, Covent Garden, the Louvre, Notre Dame and spending a night out dancing (can’t remember the last time I did that!).

But more than anything, I’m just happy to have done something different this year.  I feel like it’s the start of many more travels to come!
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Summer Break

I know, I know… I should have written this ages ago. Now that I’ve actually had to wear tights and a jacket to work I guess it’s really truly over. You know one of the best things about having your own blog is being able to stretch the summer season for another two weeks. (Yay!) Call it denial or you can call it luck. Luck because we had the luxury of having more guest posts for our summer series than weeks of summer. How awesome is that?

We want to take this moment to thank our wonderful, fabulous, talented guest bloggers who took the time to write a little something for our blog. (Fun fact: we had 19 writers joining Funfetti & Red Velvet this summer.) We are so proud that our entries were just as diverse as those who wrote them.

Here’s a little rundown of all the excitement:

We really cannot expect how appreciative we are to all those who contributed to our summer series! Thank you thank you thank you thank you! Thanks also to those of you who have tuned in to read every week!

While this isn’t goodbye, we cupcakes are going to take a little bit of a coffee break around these parts. Things are still pretty busy in real life, and we are looking to revamp COC entirely. We hope you will join us when we officially reopen in a few weeks!

We also want to wish a belated congratulations to our guest cupcake Lemon Drop who just welcomed a baby girl into her family. Congrats to all of you!

To keep up with us as we are creating a fun new COC, please be sure to LIKE us on Facebook & follow our Twitter account!

Talk to you soon!

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Summer Lovin’: One Girl. Four Countries. Twenty-Five Days. (Part 5)

”Fight the future” is a shy cupcake who lives in her own little world. A pop culture geek, lover of languages and different cultures, and professional daydreamer, her mind usually takes her to mind-blowing places. She is fearless. If she sets her heart on something, she knows she will get it… or that’s what she likes to believe. 

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I always get depressed after a trip ends but, when I got on the plane, something had changed in me. I was satisfied with what I had accomplished and so proud of myself. All my hard work had paid off. Planning this trip took time and patience. It gave me lots of headaches and panic attacks. I wanted to quit many times, but the support of my family and friends got me through all of that. I went to Europe, danced along with great music, saw the sights and indulged in more treats than ever before. Most importantly, I did it on my own.

“Happiness is only real when shared”. Those words were stuck in my head after watching Sean Penn’s Into The Wild and they came back to haunt me several times during my trip. Whenever I had the chance, I would write an e-mail to my sister, my friends or my parents, depending on the nature of the comments I needed to get off my chest. Primarily, I wanted to let them know I was okay but also, I was afraid I would forget the details that make an anecdote fun to tell and I needed them to be my personal hard disk backup.

I’ll be completely honest: I would choose to endure all the pointless fights people get into when they have been traveling together for weeks — even starting to get tired of each other — without any complaints if that meant having someone with whom I can share a look or a laugh.

At London’s airport, I bought David Nicholls’ novel “One Day” and I was reading the first pages when I realized that the main characters were in their 20s waiting for their lives to begin. It felt like a cosmically designed coincidence.

So, whatever it is that I may desire for my future, I’m confident that I will at least try my best to get it, because it is those experiences that I will look back on one day and say ‘these are what make life worthwhile’.  Yes, I had to go to another continent to truly appreciate where I live (a place I know I’ll always return to), but that doesn’t mean I can’t be adventurous! Still, no matter what those other places have to offer: there’s really no place like home.

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One Girl. Four Countries. Twenty-Five Days. is part of our Summer Series.

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Summer Lovin’: One Girl. Four Countries. Twenty-Five Days. (Part 4)

”Fight the future” is a shy cupcake who lives in her own little world. A pop culture geek, lover of languages and different cultures, and professional daydreamer, her mind usually takes her to mind-blowing places. She is fearless. If she sets her heart on something, she knows she will get it… or that’s what she likes to believe.

< Part 3 < Part 2 < Part 1

I wanted to get a ticket for Billy Elliot the Musical. Usually I don’t like musicals, but this was based on a film I adore and it received really good reviews. It was the right choice. I was blown away with the quality of the play and the richness of the characters; the talented cast performed as if it were the last show of their lives. Little did I know that one month later I would find myself comparing the miners’ strike and the clashes with the police portrayed in the play - which occurred in 1984 – with the images of the riots sweeping the country. Our world has changed so radically!

On the only sunny summer day in London, I went to Hampton Court Palace. If you’ve seen Showtime’s The Tudors you may recognise Henry VIII’s residence from the show. I took the train, crossed the bridge and went to the ticket booth. I walked into the palace and was greeted by a group of actors who, every two or three hours, would be playing out a scene in the courtyard or halls as if they were the characters who lived there in its glory days.


After spending the next day at the British Museum and at the Imperial War Museum, I desperately needed to relax.  I wandered through the streets of Piccadilly’s Circus, Trafalgar Square and Leicester Square, and I already felt at home. Maybe it was because I learned so much about that particular city in my English classes when we covered British culture. I was assigned books set in those very streets and I studied European history later too.  I had never stayed long in such a diverse society, so I felt I could mind my own business and be left alone. Nobody knew who I was, where I came from, and they didn’t care. I felt I knew where I was going, as if I was walking with a purpose and not like any other tourist.


I was in London and I was free.

On my last day history came alive in a different way during my stop at the Tower of London.  I was under my umbrella, looking around in the pouring rain, as I entered the first tower and I was completely overwhelmed by what was in front of me. I could picture the prisoners held there waiting to die, turning to a higher power, searching for hope or salvation within those walls.  Their carvings in the stones, 500-year-old graffiti, are still legible as a testament of the horrors they endured.

Around five in the afternoon the gates were closing so I went to the other side of London, across the Thames. Once I crossed the London Bridge I got to see a different side of the city and my imagination traveled back in time.  I saw it as a place where artists, prostitutes and alcoholics used to be  accepted.  A place where the dark tunnels and alleys reminded me of something I might have read in crime stories.  (Not all that scary in the daylight, but quite mysterious indeed!)

Later, I arrived at the Globe Theatre — I couldn’t leave without setting foot in that place! I loved listening to behind-the-scene stories of how productions happen today and how it was back then, in Elizabethan times. Then, I crossed the Millenium Bridge (a scene from Harry Potter came to mind!) and there, without even trying, I had found the most perfect view of London — St. Paul’s Cathedral.

My trip was now complete. I had gone to all the museums; I had been to all the landmarks and I had managed to make time to sit back and enjoy what was happening around me. It was time to say good-bye, pack my bags and return home.


… tune in tomorrow for Fight the future’s final reflections.

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One Girl. Four Countries. Twenty-Five Days. is part of our Summer Series.