I must be doing something good…


…because I’ve just been given my first ever blog award!  It’s the “I Moustache You a Question” award and it was kindly bestowed on me by my blogga-from-anutha-mutha Danielle over at The Life and Times of a Mom.  We’re basically destined to be blog besties, despite the fact we live a bajillion miles away.

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The rules for this award are:

  1. Add the awesome badge to your blog. (So everyone will know how slammingly bodaciously brilliant you are)
  2. Thank the person who nominated you. (How could you NOT???!!!)
  3. Answer your nominator’s question.  (Make it good)
  4. Nominate two bloggers for the award to keep it going. (Obviously not the person that nominated you…because then we’d just keep going in circles!)
  5. Ask the new winners a question! (Ask them anything you want!)

 Danielle’s question for me and fellow nominee GoJulesGo was:

If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be, why would you go there, and what would you do?

What a great question!  I’ve actually been very lucky in that I’ve gotten to travel a lot since university.  I’ve been to Paris (twice), Nice, Madrid (several times), Fuerteventura (twice) and Betws-y-Coed in Wales (soon to be twice).  Oddly enough, last night I had this bizarre dream, psuedo-nightmare even, about going to Australia by myself and forgetting my bikini but being too fat to buy one in the shops there.  Needless to say, I must be stressed/self conscious right now.

So where would I go?  I can honestly say out of all the places I could go, right now my ideal trip would be to Mexico.  I’ve never been and it feels like a bit of a shame as I adore the culture, food, history, language and literature.  Maybe it’s because I’m currently lost in rereading Pedro Páramo by Juan Rulfo.  If you haven’t read it, do.  It’s a challenge but worth it.

What would I do in Mexico?  I can tell you now I’d skip the party scene in Cancun… so not my thing.  I think I’d like to bum around a bit, town hop and take in the food and cerveza (’cause, y’know) and the people.  I’d like to practice my (appalling) Spanish on the locals.  Most likely I’d base the trip around Dia de Muertos, or the Day of the Dead.  There’s something so compelling, something so raw and spiritual about the Day of the Dead.  It’s a beautiful day filled with love, respect and remembrance which I find beautiful.

Mexico has such a rich and vibrant culture and way of life that I think gets lost with the media focusing on drug cartel violence, immigration issues and poverty.  There’s so much more to Mexico than buying a kilo of some dubious powder and either hung by gangsters or shot by police.  You only hear about the bad stuff in the news. 

And now I must pass on the Moustache Award to two other worthy bloggers and they are (drumroll, trumpets etc):  writer and fried Rebecca Crowley and blog The Jiggly Bits which is pretty much crack in blog form… addictive and an insane ride (feel free to quote me).  My question for you guys is:

Complete this famous quote (originally) by Mark Twain:  “Of all the things I’ve lost, I miss my (blank) the most.”  What is your blank and why?

Thanks so much, Danielle!  I’m pretty much doing this at my desk right now:

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If you’re interested in getting in touch, tweet me at @stephanie_khani or @londondiaries1.  Alternatively you can email me at emailthelondondiaries [at] gmail.com.

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4 thoughts on “I must be doing something good…

  1. Ha!!! Is that from Monty Python?! I think it is.. And your welcome. You deserve it!! I definitely have to agree with your place!! The Day of the Dead festivals always seem amazing!! (See everyone?! We are tots blog besties!! Haha!)

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