Memories

The last year we were in Buenos Aires, I spent my days walking all over the city with my husband and taking photographs of the buildings and parks and streets.
Now and then I would take a photo of a dog or a person , a young man walking his cat on a leash in the park, musicians in the park, sweet old couples sitting on a park bench ... that city is brimming over with photo ops !
But the architecture and those cobblestone streets, the old buildings next to the new modern ones and the parks and trees, those were the stars.

None of them ever looked bad.
They were there for so very long, they will hopefully still be there a long time from now.
I often wish I were there now.
I miss the streets, the sounds and the sights.
I miss the people.
Quick to share a laugh with a stranger they might be passing on the street, taxi drivers who will tell you a funny story or sing along with the radio in a beautiful voice.
A young man, helping a very , very old woman cross the street.

I miss walking Pup in the parks.
Stopping every 10 feet for someone to pet him, to ask me what kind of dog he is and can they take a photo of him.
There are photos of my dog, all over the world. Japanese visitors , French, Italian, Israeli and British, they all wanted to pet him and talk to him.
That dog had more people kiss him than anyone I know !

I miss the statues in the park !
I miss walking to the bakery , the one by the park.
We would get our weeks worth of scones and a couple of extras then walk over to the park, sit on a bench under one of those amazing Ombu trees and have a scone.

We would get our veggies and fruit at the produce market on our corner.
We could get sweets at the bakery across the street from our home.
We could walk in the park a block and a half from our front door.
We were in the most perfect location.
And then there was the Belle Artes Museum,

the Palais de Glace and the Recoleta Cultural Center, 2 blocks from our door.

Two  blocks from my door now , a farm, cattle, sheep and some goats.

Across the street is the little lady who reminds me of a sweet grandmother in a fairy tale, she made pea soup for me today.
Next door is her daughter, she just checks to be sure I am okay and delivers the soup.

If I have to be alone and lonely and sad, I guess these are about the best neighbors I could ever ask for.

My children need to move closer, or even better, what if I move back to Buenos Aires and get a really big apartment or a house and we all live there together !
I will babysit ... I think that might be a plan.
yes... I like that idea.