Life in film

Hey y’all!

Life’s been super busy (but good) around here lately.

I’ll elaborate later when my feet stop for a minute or two.

But during all the chaos, I’ve been snapping away.

Or at least trying to.

I wish I took the time to take more.

These are all personal shots of my Family.

So they mean a lot to me.


My brother-in-law, Greg, picked this magnolia after Ngoc and I mentioned how pretty they were blooming nearby their apartment back in April.

Of course, I took a few photos.

This was my favorite.

The rest are from my time in Nebraska for my cousin’s wedding and our quick weekend trip to Austin.

I didn’t get to capture my favorite moments in Nebraska like listening to my aunts retell childhood stories in Vietnam,

talking till 4am with my sweet baby cousin, 

flipping through old family albums and laughing at the hairdo choices,

praying together around my Grandpa’s grave.

and always being just an arm length’s away from one of my many loud-all-up-in-your-business-but-you-love-them-anyways relatives. 

But I’m reminded of those fun times with these shots.

It felt good to visit Lincoln again after 12 years.

Gosh, it was work to carry Hans in the summer heat of Texas. 

Temperatures reached the three digits! 

It was worth it though.
We played with the self-timer. 

Khang is getting particularly good at taking photos of me.

I recommend everyone picking up a camera and just start capturing your significant other.

I’ve been pleasantly surprised with the results.

Khang concentrates so hard with each photo. 

I was laughing at how serious he was on “focusing” Hans. Ha.

Thanks for reading and following along

with me,

Jules.

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One year! Yay!

So Khang and I celebrated our first wedding anniversary last week in Austin, TX!

Taken with my Nexus camera phone.

Y’all, it’s been awhile since we celebrated a “first-anything” so I was very excited during the days leading up to June 25.

We decided to write a letter to each other every year on our anniversaries.

Not only will it be wonderful to read the letters down the road, but I also picture our grandchildren reading them.

And well that’s something worth cherishing.

I won’t blog my letter, but I’ll express my feelings on our marriage this past year.

Fair warning, extremely mushy-gushy reading ahead.

One year.

People asked me countless times,

“How’s married life?”

“Any surprises about Khang you didn’t know about before?”

12 years in and I’m still learning new things about Khang and I expect that to never change.

Marriage has (so far) been sweet bliss.

Everytime I think about my love for him, I marvel about how much it has grown since Day One of “puppy love”.

I’ve wondered if my love will ever stop growing because I love him so so much.

And in those moments couldn’t imagine to ever love him more.

When I was writing my letter to Khang,

I realized it’s his love that forces my love to widen and grow.

His love has and will never stop growing.

It constantly forces my heart to shift and expand to hold all the love he has for me.

And it’s the most amazingly beautiful thing to look forward to the rest of our lives together.

Now don’t get me wrong, we had our trials this past year and still continue to.

However we’ve learned by now that with all the challenges bring more strength between us.

And it sounds crazy, but I get excited when we get into a disagreement because it’s another opportunity for us to understand each other on a deeper level.

I vowed my life to this man forever, so of course I’m going to put all my effort and love into it.

Which leads me to the “most surprising” thing about Khang post-marriage.

To be honest, I kinda always thought I put more effort into our relationship than Khang.

I didn’t hold it against him or anything, but I took pride in myself that I was responsible for the majority of the happy balance in our relationship.

Because I thought I was the one who sacrificed more, compromised more, understood more…

I was wrong.

I can’t explain exactly when I realize this or what made me see it, but one day it came to me and I saw it all at once.

I saw all the effort and care Khang provided and wondered in awe at his kindness and love for me, our marriage, and our life.

He puts so much of himself into us.

And I was oblivious to it.

I felt so dumb and self-absorbed to have never noticed how much work he truly puts into our relationship.

Maybe it was being married that finally made me see it.

But gosh I feel so blessed to have the best husband in the world for me.

Okay, I’ll stop.

Here are some photos I took of Khang at our AirBnB in Austin.

He didn’t really want me to because he’s not “good” yet, but me being me wanted to document our life during this time.

He’s been at the strings for a good month now and I enjoy watching him enjoy himself.

Taken, of course, with Hans.

Hope you guys have start noticing the difference between digital and film now.

Portra 800 rated at 200.

He may or may not still be playing the guitar next year, but I’ll only look back on these photos and hear the lovely and not-so-lovely sounds in my head of the misplayed and on-key notes he tried so hard to play.

Thanks for reading and following along

with me,

Jules.

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Travelwithjules: Patagonia [Day Five] YAY!

I’ve put a lot of thought into this and I’m going to start with the end of [Day Five] and tell today’s story backwards because the highlight of our trip and my favorite moment took place at the start of this morning.

Trust me.

Here’s to hoping I don’t confuse y’all.

Remember how yesterday’s uphill hike was the most grueling and toughest of all? Well it was a breeze going down.

Khang and I even gave out a few double “Hola Hola!”

Our last hike ever in Patagonia was met with this beautiful view at Camp Central Torres’ lounge.

I rewarded myself with 2 cups of hot white strawberry chocolate. Best hot chocolate ever. And I’ve had a lot. I wrote down the brand and will be ordering some real soon.

Khang opted for a box of wine. Ha. Complete opposites, I know.

Khang shooting video on his GoPro. Can’t wait to see what he captured!

Suddenly remembered our first bus ride to Torres del Paine. It was two hours long and for the first 1.5 hours there wasn’t a mountain in sight.

Then I saw it. A mountain. I turned to Khang, smiled real big, and told him how I realized the reason I love mountains so much is because they make my heart leap.

Big leaps.

If I remember correctly, Khang was trying to convince me to take off my hat. My Ole Miss hat. Got a fun picture out of it.

Yes, you can pay a pretty penny to get up the hill to Camp Chileno by horse.

But what’s the fun in that?

Oh and it was not fun trying to dodge horse poo along the trail.

Imagine a variety of rocks settled randomly for miles and then a blanket of grass and shrubs laid over all the rocks.

That’s my best description of the terrain pictured below. I’ve never seen anything like it.

Okay so that’s one hike down. We also did another hike to Las Torres in the morning.

The reason why we tried to go to bed at 8 pm the night before is because we planned to wake up at 3:30 am to hike in order to catch the sunrise at Las Torres.

Call us insane, but it was insanely beautiful. You’ll see.

After our morning hike, we went straight to our tent and took a nap. It was about 9 am when we got back. Too exhausted to even take off our shoes. So anyone who passed by, all they saw were two sets of feet outside of our tent.

The next series of photos show Las Torres before sunrise, during sunrise, and after sunrise.

We were the second couple to get there. I found us a rock to sit on, took out a sleeping bag to keep warm, and we just waited for the sun.

Y’all, I’m not even going to try to describe it because I still haven’t found the right words.

Khang did a time lapse with his GoPro. I’ve watched it like 34657 times. I can’t wait for y’all to see it.

TA-DA! Sunrise at its peak on Las Torres.

Sigh. Those colors. Only at sunrise.

See how it’s losing color as time goes by? Most people only get color from the lake in their photos.

Last picture in front of Las Torres with our signature pose.

Yep, highlight of our Epic Patagonia Adventure.

Like I mentioned before, our highlight, but not my favorite moment.

My favorite moment happened about 10 minutes before we reached Las Torres.

The inclines were getting to me again. Khang helped me along the way with his usual self and even started humming “Eye of the Tiger” to motivate me, which triggered lots of giggles.

But what really pushed me through the last part of the hike was when Khang grabbed my hand, squeezed it, and said through his smile, “Just imagine. Now we can tell our children how we were crazy enough to wake up at 3:30 in the morning to catch the sunrise at Las Torres. It’s going to be a great story!”

And if that wasn’t enough to bring me to tears.

He continued to mention our rock climbing on the mountainsides in Switzerland, paragliding the Swiss skyline, driving a Vespa in Tuscany, Italy and so on…

I don’t know what it is, but since we got married, the slightest mention of our nonexistent children strikes a cord in me. A good one.

I’ve got a good husband. I’m so grateful for Khang and his willingness to explore new lands with different people, language, food….culture!


I don’t want to get political, but I also don’t want y’all to think we were completely oblivious to what was happening in the USA while were were traveling.

This is only about my personal experience. I understand everyone has a different story. This is mine.

We read about the Travel Ban on [Day Three]. I woke up from my nap, decided to buy Wifi for the first time, and saw the NPR article. My heart sank. I went to my room where there wasn’t any signal. I went to think.

I thought about a period of time when I would tense up when hearing a different language from my own: English or Vietnamese.

The reason because I was scared at something unknown to me. And I hated myself for that fear. For what? I was never harmed.

It was an unwanted awareness in myself and something I wanted to change in myself.

Traveling has helped me with that.

Now, I don’t feel threaten when I hear a different language or see someone different from me. In fact, I enjoy it when I’m able to figure out what ethnicity that person is or where they’re from.

It doesn’t pass me that I’m privileged to live in a safe environment. But it’ll be a sad day when I’m forced to a “bubble”.

I have yet to mention all the wonderful people Khang and I met during this trip alone. They traveled from France, Spain, Bolivia, Australia, Scotland, even the USA too…all different, but we were all together for one common reason: To explore.

Let me decide where I’m able to discover. And let me decide for myself how to live my life.

And that’s all I have to say about that.


Okay, bare with me. One last thing.

[Day Five] is the last day to blog about Patagonia and today is also conveniently KHANG’S BIRTHDAYYY!!!!

You might’ve noticed how most of my FB and IG posts were of him. It was purposely done for his birthday week. Ha.

I’ll try not to get too mushy-gushy.

Mr. Pham, I would say to “never change because you’re perfect just the way you are”, but after almost 12 years, I’ve learned that you just get better with age. No one changes as gracefully as you. Life is wonderfully more adventurous, beautiful, and loving with you in it. So here’s to wishing you a long and healthy life. I love you big. Like real big.


I am also excited to launch the First Edition of Khangology!!! Perfect timing eh?! I’ve been working on this since we got married. Just tid-bits of Khang talking haha. I hope y’all enjoy it as much as I did “collecting” it.

–Khang retelling a conversation with one of our wedding videographers* Khang: OMG. I need to find Julie. This is her song. Avery: Go find her, man! I asked what was the song and he replied, “Back that ass up.” haha So true. It’s my song.

–Khang looking at the condensation on our bedroom window and saying, “The house is melting!”

–“I love parking in the back of the house. Because when I drive out, I feel like Batman driving out of The Bat Cave.”

–“Don’t fret baby, I’ll make an Excel spreadsheet that will solve all our problems.”

–During dinner at Torres Central after he drank all his boxed wine.*Khang: (In Vietnamese) “Em” so drunk that “em” can’t even butter my roll. Me: Yeah, so drunk that you’re calling yourself “em”.

–After watching a bad attack on League of Legends-LOL (computer game)* Khang: “WTF?!” Me: Calm down, it’s okay. Khang: (Dramatically) “You don’t understand this (LOL) life…then YOU don’t understand ME!” Me: Eye-roll.


That’s all for now folks.

Thanks for reading (a lot) and following along,

with me

Jules.

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