My photo
My husband and I , with our dog, Tate, moved to Buenos Aires.. Life has never been the same since ~ Back in the USA ... life is still not the same !
It takes a lot of courage to release the familiar and seemingly secure, to embrace the new.
But there is no real security in what is no longer meaningful.
There is more security in the adventurous and exciting, for in movement there is life, and in change there is power.
Alan Cohen
"Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend.
Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read."
Groucho Marx
The doors we open and close each day decide the lives we live.

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Looking back

Not so long ago, in Buenos Aires, when we were so happy. And Pup was there too !
This was where we walked every day, on the way to our favorite source for scones, the market that had the best fresh salmon, the park where we could sit on a bench under a huge tree and feed scone crumbs to the pigeons.


5 comments:

Razmataz said...

I think of you often. I do hope you have lots of visitors and support right now. You have lovely memories of both pup and your husband, some of which I have shared through reading your blog.

Sabrina said...

That street is gorgeous -with those trees!!!! ((HUGS)) Are you sure you don't want to run away to Europe with me, maybe Belgium, or even a small town in France? We can ride trains, eat cheese and drink wine!!!! Let me know, I'll have my bags packed!!!!

NotesFromAbroad said...

Sabrina, I can be packed in an hour.
Those are plane trees, what you saw in Belgium and France :)
love you

Anonymous said...

Love the stone of that street and the warmth of those trees. Thank you for sharing that picture and memory. Now I am craving scones. ;) Much love and hugs, Colette

NotesFromAbroad said...

Colette, so many of the cities streets are still cobblestone. It is wonderful. And so are those trees on a hot summer day !
hugs to you too.

Blog Archive

Search This Blog

Pages

And Don't Forget To Visit Me Here Too !

See more photos here

sunset in Buenos Aires