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things i lost in spain:

June 20, 2013 Stefanie Hurtado
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+ my favorite sunglasses. i guess since i found them on a beach (in the virgin islands), it's only fitting that i lose them on a beach (in barcelona).  i hope someone found them and is appreciating them now. and i hope they lose them on a beach in about a year.

+ my leopard print flats. i bought them in NYC on a day that i foolishly thought i could walk the city with armando in heels. i didn't particularly like them when i bought them, and at first they ironically hurt equally as bad as my heels. but then i broke them in and they became favorites. they were last seen at pol's apartment in gracia. i have a feeling they've become his new house slippers and he isn't telling me.

-the chord that connects my camera to my computer. the SD slot on my mac is broken, so this chord is vital to uploading pictures. i've been using other people's chords so far. here's to hoping theres always someone around me with the right chord. 

-two blue socks (maybe the only matching pair i packed). i hung them on the clothesline at delphine's and they were gone when i went to collect my other clothes. grandma must've mistaken them for children's and i didn't have the heart to ask for them back. 

-my dignity. i may or may not have met, fallen in love with, and gotten my heart broken by a guapo spanish guy, all within the span of 24 hours. it happens, right? haha! 

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i'm stefanie*, i was born in las vegas on the 4th of july. i'm a 23-year-old aspiring writer, photographer, life-long traveler, and amateur farmer. and i think you're really pretty.

I'm Stefanie! I'm a New York City filmmaker, photographer, traveler and writer. In love with my best friend.  

On this day last year, David and I had one of our hardest days on the Camino. We were exactly ONE week into our hike across Spain and holy shit I still can’t believe we did that?! On this particular day, we hadn’t yet taken a day off and our bodies definitely hadn’t adjusted to what we were putting them through. So we were TIRED. We planned to make it a short day, but weren’t really feeling the town we meant to stop in, so we ended up walking about 17 miles from Villamayor de Monjardín to Sansol. We totally underestimated those extra 4 miles from Los Arcos to Sansol. It got VERY hot in the middle of the afternoon and there wasn’t a tree in sight, so we ran out of water way quicker than we anticipated. Before we could compute the conditions, we found ourselves in the middle of a seemingly never ending road of dry grass and harsh sun. It was too late to turn back. We ached and giggled in a heated delirium. I felt like I could faint at any moment but didn’t want to admit that to David, because there wasn’t much to do about it anyway. We had no cell service out there, and not a single car had passed in that hour and a half. So we sang Kendrick Lamar out loud to keep our minds in the moment and because there wasn’t a single human within at least a 3 mile radius. We kept telling ourselves we’d be alright and then bit by bit we made our way up to this tiny little town on a hill. We arrived sunburnt and thirsty for anything (particularly beer). There was a church, a tiny supermarket, and 2 hostels. The moment we arrived at our hostel, a parade of costumed Spaniards with trumpets came down the main road, which felt very much like being congratulated for being alive. Coincidentally, the village of Sansol was having their summer festival that evening. So even though we were burnt and bruised and absurdly tired, we partied with the town that night in celebration of life (in general). It’s one of my fondest memories of that whole weird thing we did (and we secretly want to do it again).
I’ll forever be the Florida girl that runs outside to see/feel a good oncoming storm (cuz it’s fun) 😏🤷🏻‍♀️ but also the one that knows the perfect time to seek shelter. Last night was a beauty!
twinz 👯‍♂️
On this day last year 😭 @davidjameshebert
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I turned 29 a week ago. That feels weird to type. But more importantly, my birthday was the 5 year anniversary of our first kiss. He hunted down a rare plant I’ve been wanting 4E and bought 3 of them. We went to a show and a fancy dinner (something we’ve never done since moving to nyc because we’re stubborn and $) and watched the fireworks on our roof and drank good wine and ate crepe cake. My phone was broken all weekend and everyone thought I was dead. It was perfect, he’s perfect, I’m old (not dead) ✌🏼
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On this day last year, David and I had one of our hardest days on the Camino. We were exactly ONE week into our hike across Spain and holy shit I still can’t believe we did that?! On this particular day, we hadn’t yet taken a day off and our bodies definitely hadn’t adjusted to what we were putting them through. So we were TIRED. We planned to make it a short day, but weren’t really feeling the town we meant to stop in, so we ended up walking about 17 miles from Villamayor de Monjardín to Sansol. We totally underestimated those extra 4 miles from Los Arcos to Sansol. It got VERY hot in the middle of the afternoon and there wasn’t a tree in sight, so we ran out of water way quicker than we anticipated. Before we could compute the conditions, we found ourselves in the middle of a seemingly never ending road of dry grass and harsh sun. It was too late to turn back. We ached and giggled in a heated delirium. I felt like I could faint at any moment but didn’t want to admit that to David, because there wasn’t much to do about it anyway. We had no cell service out there, and not a single car had passed in that hour and a half. So we sang Kendrick Lamar out loud to keep our minds in the moment and because there wasn’t a single human within at least a 3 mile radius. We kept telling ourselves we’d be alright and then bit by bit we made our way up to this tiny little town on a hill. We arrived sunburnt and thirsty for anything (particularly beer). There was a church, a tiny supermarket, and 2 hostels. The moment we arrived at our hostel, a parade of costumed Spaniards with trumpets came down the main road, which felt very much like being congratulated for being alive. Coincidentally, the village of Sansol was having their summer festival that evening. So even though we were burnt and bruised and absurdly tired, we partied with the town that night in celebration of life (in general). It’s one of my fondest memories of that whole weird thing we did (and we secretly want to do it again).
I’ll forever be the Florida girl that runs outside to see/feel a good oncoming storm (cuz it’s fun) 😏🤷🏻‍♀️ but also the one that knows the perfect time to seek shelter. Last night was a beauty!
twinz 👯‍♂️
On this day last year 😭 @davidjameshebert
HB HST
Summer ✨
I turned 29 a week ago. That feels weird to type. But more importantly, my birthday was the 5 year anniversary of our first kiss. He hunted down a rare plant I’ve been wanting 4E and bought 3 of them. We went to a show and a fancy dinner (something we’ve never done since moving to nyc because we’re stubborn and $) and watched the fireworks on our roof and drank good wine and ate crepe cake. My phone was broken all weekend and everyone thought I was dead. It was perfect, he’s perfect, I’m old (not dead) ✌🏼
Future home goals 🌿
🌸

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