So .. I have, for some reason, lost but not really, my photos .. all of my iPhotos.
At least 1,000 photos are being withheld from me ... hidden and I am not allowed to get in and find them.
Updating the computer only made some things better and made others annoying and I still cannot open my iPhotos.
So my blog will be photo-less except for the times I use someone else's.
Yes, I am sad.
Now ... About Living in Buenos Aires.
We have been here for almost 5 years now.
I have still not adjusted to the seasons .. being backwards and all .. you know, like right now it is Summer here.
But I love it here.
I love the people.
I love the city and the places ... and the people.
I love the way the people here have good manners .. you know, the old fashioned sort, like asking you how you are , then waiting for an answer.
They say hello, how are you and they say goodbye ..
The men are ... what was that old fashioned word ? Chivalrous ..
Yep, they hold doors for you, they pick up something if it gets dropped, they call you Señora and they are polite ..
They also make no secret of admiring you and yet, they don't yell rude things from afar, they don't make rude faces and they hold doors for you.
(I can walk past a construction site and not a single embarrassing comment is yelled from the workers..)
The Ladies .. they rule.
La Señora rules her house, her children and (sorry guys) her husband.
I love watching the ladies when they are out shopping, sometimes with a maid .. they tell the cashier their address and leave, groceries to be delivered later.
I love watching them in the parks, sometimes a couple of grandmothers, sitting , chatting with friends, giggling like the girls they used to be.
I love the way they are with their children and grandchildren and I love the way their families treat them.
Respect and Love abounds.
I often say that the one thing that never changes here is my love for the people, who make Buenos Aires what it is.
Of course, you can run into someone who doesn't make you smile and feel all warm and tender towards them , but those ( for me) are few and far between.
I think the root of it is .... They still care here.
They still have those manners and behaviours that we were taught, way long time ago .. that too many people/ places are lacking now.
I imagine someone who has lived here all their lives and has nothing to compare, looks at me like I am crazy for thinking this way.
But I think those who do travel and come back here, home ... know exactly what I am talking about.
We were walking down the street not long ago, when a Porter said hello.
Then he asked about our dog.
Where was he ? ... we told him.
He was so sympathetic and so kind and sad , recounting how it looked each day to see Tate go by, with his jaunty walk.
The porter copied the way Tate would walk, we agreed, Tate was like a Person.
It was so touching, so kind and sweet that he spoke of our sweet Pup as if he were a person that we all miss, but then again, it was not really surprising... I expect nothing less from the people here.
If we ever leave here, I will miss so many things and places, sights and sounds, but most of all, I will miss the people here.
Yesterday is history.
Tomorrow is a mystery.
And today ? Today is a gift.
Alice Morse Earle