Back in the US, we would spend Sunday mornings with the New York Times spread out all around us, drinking cups of coffee, listening to WQXR Radio or a CD .. catching up on news in the world and not breaking a long standing tradition of Lazy Sunday Mornings.
Now we are here at the bottom of the world and things are a little difficult at times , in the way of carrying on certain traditions.
So our Sundays begin the same, coffee, lots of coffee.
My husband on his computer, reading the Times.
Me, in here, on my computer, reading the Times.
Listening to Classic FM on the computer Radio.
The music is beautiful, all the advertising and speaking is in French, so even that is not disruptive.. it blends in with the music.
After 3 - 4 cups of coffee, I am sufficiently awake and ready to decide with my husband, what to do today.
There were storms in the night.
It is much cooler out there in the city.
We are going Out.
Out in our book just means out . No plan, no goal, no time set, just wander and enjoy being Out.
Something always comes along to make things interesting, there is always something beautiful or wonderful or even comical or odd to see and of course, for me to photograph.
So off we go .. Out .. into the world , the world of Buenos Aires on a Sunday.