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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.

Sunday, December 14, 2014

Our Lady of Pilar

Our Lady of Pilar .. and Recoleta Cemetery... my neighbors.

On a Sunday , we could lie in bed and listen to the Church bells ring.
We would walk Tate over to the parks and peek inside the church when everyone had come out.
An ancient church, tiny , perfect.
The Convent for the nuns was next door. They were always busy with their good works, taking care of things and well, being nuns.
I don't know what it was but just being around it, was peaceful .. comforting .

I loved walking through the Cemetery. My husband would laugh at me and tease me about being a ghoul. Then he would make some corny joke about me being the ghoul that all the boys liked.
He was so silly. He always made me laugh. I could use a few laughs these days.

I was constantly pointing and saying, Look at that sky !
Or I was photographing the skies.
Buenos Aires - Good Air ... the sky is always beautiful. Even when stormy.
And being a city that doesn't have a gazillion highrise buildings, you could see the sky forever ... it was usually an intense blue , especially summer, and the clouds were fantastic with shapes that I would try to figure out, is it a horse or a ship ?

I miss hearing those bells ring.

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