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We just got back from a delicious dinner where Jason and I, the only Americans at the table, found ourselves proudly tracing our ancestry back to the Mayflower.

Don’t ask. I really have no idea.

America, numba 1!

Us

Cyphillus spreading Europeans

Them

We were out numbered by Europeans, and our self-satisfied Mayflowerian pontifications did not impress as we’d hoped, but rather inspired our table mates to spit up their drinks, roar with laughter and fall all over the place because, according to them, the Mayflower was packed to the brim with whores, murderers, morons and thieves.

“Look at you idiots! So proud! It’s a known fact that everybody on the Mayflower had cyphillus.”

That’s what they were honestly taught in school! All of them, and they all went to different schools in different countries!

:-/

They learned nothing about the few, the proud, the brave, risking their lives on a noble quest for freedom. Their Mayflower was all about dumping Europe’s unwanted stinky trash on the American Indians.

I mean yes, duh, of course, but it honestly never occurred to me before.

Relentless ridiculing ensued, but Jason and I fought back like our mighty forefathers, all of us eventually unraveling in howling hysterics. If we’d been anywhere but Spain, we’d have been asked to leave the restaurant (a recent survey apparently rated Spain the second loudest country after India).

It made me think:

Ah, the convenience of history.
The fluidity of perspective.
The seriousness of nothing.

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I’m presently in a remote area of Spain outside a teensy, and I mean teensy, town made of stone called Calabuig, down a very long dirt road on a horse farm.

And it’s one of the most happenin places I’ve ever been.

Whassamatta you?

Frontier Appaloosa

Serge Castella Kitchen

Serge Castella Living Room

Serge Castella Office

Poppies Bascara, Spain

Fancypants people from all over the world haul themselves and their many languages all the way out to this unapologetically inconvenient place to buy furniture and art and the occasional horse.

Alex Katz

German collector bubble wrapping his new Alex Katz before strapping it to his car and driving it 15 hours to Munich

Meanwhile, most of these people live within spitting distance of some of the most hallowed designers and art galleries in the world, but yet they come in throngs, risking flat tires and hay fever and getting lost amongst the poppy fields.

How come?

Cuz my friends who own the place are so excellent I can hardly stand it.

Behold Serge Castella and Jason Flinn, Lifestyle Experts Extraordinaire:

The mighty Serge Castella, being photographed beside his business card and against his will at a fish restaurant in Barcelona

The eternally-sunny Jason Flinn

Not only does Serge have impeccable taste in antiques and decor and boyfriends and houseguests, and not only is Jason the most revered horse whisperer/breeder/rider in all of Europe, but…

They are the most generous hosts you’ll ever meet

They are a hoot

They inspire all who darken their doorway by proving that a beautiful, purposeful, interesting, abundant and fun life is available to those who decide to get off their asses and create one.

Which, along with the 70′s white leather porno couch they just put up for sale, keeps people flocking back for more.

Porno couch

Do what you love.
And do it with flair.
It’s the best branding tool in the world.

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Last week I put my sweet little butterball of a cat down after 20 years of spreading the love and the fur as only The Big Guy could.

The Absent Host of Sobfest 2011

Putting him down was totally surreal, ridiculously devastating and apparently very liberating because days later I found myself on the phone with my landlord giving him my notice.

On April 21st, 11 years after moving to Los Angeles, I’m putting all my stuff in storage indefinitely, getting rid of my apartment, heading off to Italy and Spain and will be officially home-free for the first time in my life.

I’ll be traveling about looking for a new home – could be Italy, Spain, Brazil, Argentina, India, New Mexico, the moon, might find it right away, might not….

I’m going to blog here about my search for home as well as how to be, ahem, a hugely successful nomadic virtual entrepreneur.

I’ve been on an incredible roll with my business and was horrified to think oh no, I’m hitting the road, I’m gonna drop the ball! Then I realized in order to not drop the ball, all I have to do is decide not to drop the ball.

So drop the ball I shant.

I shall instead continue to grow my business to be so big and mighty that it won’t be able to buy pants it’ll be so frikken big.

And I’ll share with you how I did it. I’ll be blogging about, amongst other things:

• How to come up with your own definition of home and success and how to go get it

• How to schedule your time when your schedule changes daily

• How to get work done when there are new people to have cocktails with, new mountains to hike, new languages to learn, new villages to plunder

• How to incorporate adventure and travel into your brand and offerings

• How to find wifi in Italy when they pretend to have it everywhere and barely have it anywhere

• How to live a life of purpose and compassion and service and beauty that is so in line with who you truly are that you are uncontrollably sobbing at all times

I’ll be bringing this energy and awareness and daredevilyness into my work with my coaching clients, so if this applies to you, or if you would like it apply to you, be warned….it is on, bitches!

This will be an exercise in literally living in the question, facing the unknown with open arms and trusting my gut to guide me where I’m supposed to go.

Here we goooooooooooooooooooooo!

I’m also hoping to inspire you to do the same in whatever form that takes for you – how are you playing small because you’re scared of stepping out of your comfort zone? Where are you holding back because the unknown freaks you out? What is your gut screaming at you to do that you’re ignoring?

And, um, what are you waiting for?

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A hundred thousand years ago I lived in Barcelona, Spain, with a bunch of friends from college. We lived in this big old building that, with its high ceilings, fabulous molding and gigantic French doors, was clearly all the rage in its day, but had since crumbled to a not so savory state by the time we got our hands on it.

Me, Jason, friends and my platinum hairdo in the Plaza Reial, Barcelona, 1989

I lived in a sparse room with a balcony that was connected to the room next to it by a pair of grandiose sliding doors that my neighbor and dear pal, Jason, would fling open every morning in his silk kimono. He’d glide over to my bed with two mimosas on a mirrored dining tray, hand me one, take one for himself and and beseech me, “what shall we celebrate today?!”

I am reminded of him today not only because I just came off a week of hanging out with the old college crew, but because after ten years of nonstop sunny days, bike rides on the boardwalk and In N Out burgers, I’ve decided to take the plunge and move out of Los Angeles!

My motto upon arrival was “I just want to see what I can get away with,” and I do believe I have seen aplenty: 2 books, live performances up the wazoo, TV writing gigs, radio and TV appearances, an awesome coaching practice, insider access to the sex industry, a screenplay, countless speaking gigs, a herd of the most amazing friends a girl could ask for, blond hair, a house by the beach and a convertible.

I will leave the boob job to someone else.

At the moment I’m planning on returning to my beloved New Mexico, but I’m staying open – Montana? Italy? The Moon? As long as there’s water, oxygen and internet access, I really could run my business from the moon. Hence, it is under serious consideration.

What I’m most excited about at the moment, however, are the possibilities that will present themselves now that I’ve made this decision. My perception of my everyday life in L.A. will be so radically different now that I know I only have 7 more months left (April 1st is my official blast-off date).

And this is what I want to write about: What if you lived your life like you knew you were going to leave it soon? What would you take advantage of? What would you appreciate more? Who would you make an effort to hang out with more? What things would you finally do that you’ve been putting off doing?

In honor of the new urgency in my life, I’m going to make a list of all the people, places and things I need to do, set up a meeting with, explore, write about, perform, make out with, eat, swim in or get my favorite shirt back from.

So here’s an exercise that I think you should do because not only will it fill you with gratitude for what you’ve already got, but it will make your life a lot fuller and move you at lightening speed towards living that life that you can brag about at cocktail parties:

1. Make a list of people you want to hang out with but never do and make a date with each of them.
2. If you want new, excellent people in your life, write down the specific traits you’d like them to have, put yourself in places where that kind of person can be found or, if you know someone who might know this type of person, ask them for an introduction, and make a date with them
3. If there’s anyone, be it a celebrity, a business contact, a possible client, that you know would move your business forward, figure out how to contact them (we really are only about 3 degrees of separation from everyone) and do it.
4. If single, inform the next hot person you meet that you are available for a date.
5. If taken, inform your significant other that you’d like to take them out on a date.
6. Make a list of 10 places that you’ve been meaning to check out, get out your calendar, and write down the dates and times that you will check them out.
7. Make a point to notice something new about your block/house/neighborhood/city every single day.
8. Make a list of your top five favorite things about where you live and celebrate them – for example, if you love the public transportation, take the bus somewhere and relish it, if you love the weather, get out in it, if you love that you have the best neighbors in the world, bring them a cherry pie.
9. List off the things that are available to you where you live that aren’t necessarily available in other places and take advantage of them. For example, because I imagine I’ll be moving to the boonies or out of the country, before I leave L.A. I will perform as much as I can, network my butt off, set up as many meetings as I can, go to as many seminars as I can, go to as many concerts as I can, stalk as many celebrities as I can, etc.
10. Wake up every morning and ask yourself “what shall I celebrate today?”

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