Native spanish, fluent english, conversational german, few phrases in arabic. Can read latín and ancient greek at school level. Went to bilingual schools all the way through grade school, lived in different places around the world for short periods of time.

Hmmm I’d say that the worst felt/feels at times, like an electric shock that keeps going until it disipates and I can stop and sob for a bit so I can sort of function after it.

The best felt like a burst of heat and warmth that first time and now the memory of it feels like basking in the sun while humming something nice.

So I think they are both impactful in different ways. One completely incapacitates me because of how awful it was but the other gives me strength to keep on loving my life and keep finding the beauty in everyday things.

Read Era. They also have a paid option but the free is great as it is!

I guess it also depends on culture. In Latinamerica many people consider birthdays a big deal so forgetting it would be considered a faux pas.

For me personally I care if my partner and close friends remember, coworkers, my dentist, etc. I don’t give a damn but if they so happen to congratulate me or send a gift or whatever, I thank them graciously and try to correspond in the same manner when it is theirs.

For example, my yoga teacher found out about my birthday because SO sent me flowers to the studio so I could enjoy myself starting the day, so said teacher gifted me a box of my favorite incense. It was a nice touch but definitely due to circumnstances. I enjoyed it nevertheless. So now I will be getting her a nice beautiful plant for her balcony.

Lime juice on pizza.

Asmr bakery is my absolute favorite!

How to cook. Even if it is only a pair of eggs or a simple sandwich.

This superpower still eludes me most of the time but I keep practising.

Knowing when to leave a conversation, a room, a party, a relationship, etc.

Batfink was a favorite of mine too! First time I’ve seen it mentioned out in the wild.

Spot on about the gentrification bit. Entire town populations have shifted from local people to the self called expats and snowbirds. Just look at Chelém, Mérida, San Miguel de Allende, Tulúm, Cancún and many many more including most upitty neighborhoods in México City (Condesa, Roma, San Angel).

Eggs, cheese (mostly cottage), beans, greek yogurt (store bought or homemade), tomatoes, garlic, olive oil, sardines and whatever veggies and fruits are on sale. Same for meat, poultry or fish except the inside organs. For carbs I use corn tortillas and quinoa sparingly because I have to watch glycemic index. For snacks I like popcorn, hummus, pita chips. These are also limited.

If it is not too disturbing for you, I’d love to hear some of those stories. I think oral traditions such as story telling are some of the most interesting traits/ customs families pass along. My own family has some stuff they liked sharing too, some disturbing, some creepy, some plain stupid but part of the lore nonetheless.

I shared this before here, but it completely changed the way I live my life:

Perfect is the enemy of good enough.

So please, give yourself grace and understanding especially if you are a perfectionist. Go at your own pace.

Mean girls.

Good for you it is super fun!I love yoga challenges and have done some with neighbor yoga groups, school moms, etc.I like yoga with Tim.

Thanks for the empathy and good wishes. I am in a better place now.

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Too small clothes so I’d be excited to go on a diet and lose weight… as an already very sick underweight teen with an eating disorder who wasn’t a wize zero “but you’ll get there”

Paulo Cohelo’s garbage books to “help me with my constant depression that keeps bringing everyone down and you like books, no?”

Stuffed animal toy thay was first intended for a baby shower but the mom didn’t want it so “why should it go to waste if you can have it as a birthday present”

Plastic surgery offering as a sweet sixteen present “so you can feel beautiful”

Professional acne treatment (Accutane) as a birthday present because “Oh you poor thing need it”

A used and stained old yellow blouse “because it will make you look happier” I hate yellow.

And the list goes on lol. That was growing up and it is one of the many reasons why I am no contact with all of those people.

Now as an independent adult in a stable loving relaionship surrounded by nice genuine friends, I actually get very thoughtful and beautiful gifts. Some expensive, some with no monetary cost.

I am sorry OP. Cancer is such an awful thing.