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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.

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

If I was there ....

This was my street.
If I was there today, I would be walking down 2 blocks to the park. Where I would sit and listen to music, there was always a musician or two playing music.
Then I would wander over to the Belle Artes Museum and even if there was nothing new , I would enjoy the collection that is there.
After that , I would wander through the Recoleta Cultural Center then have a bite at the Hard Rock Cafe. They make good french fries.

See that man standing there ? that was our Porter.
I miss him too.
First thing in the morning, he would be mopping all the floors and stairs, they were marble.

He would polish the elevator .. it was brass and iron, the old "cage " style.
Later in the day, he would slide our mail under our kitchen door.

Our first Porter was an elegant man named Pedro.
He   looked like a debonaire Tango dancer .. actually ... he was .
He would look all spiffy at the end of the day, leaving to go have dinner and dance.
He retired while we lived there and we got the young one.
Totally different but very nice.

In the early days of Buenos Aires, a man named Carlos Thays came along and designed the parks and had a gazillion Plane trees planted.
Today the trees line the streets and parks.
The tree in front of our building, was right outside our living room window.
So in that noisy busy city, we could see tree leaves and branches and every Spring, a little doves nest in the tree outside our window.
                                                         Looking up at the balconies

One year the doves made a nest in one of my plants on the balcony.
For months, no one was allowed out there, my plants died of thirst but we had a nest full of babies.

I had a window box put in the kitchen window .. a metal one that the pots would sit in ... we had the same thing happen there, a dove nursery.

Waking up to that cooing was lovely.

Yes, every day I miss Buenos Aires, I miss our apartment and our friends.
I am going to have to do something about that.

3 comments:

handmade by amalia said...

This is my first visit and I'm happy to find this post full of memories and longing.
Amalia
xo

Tamago said...

Such lovely memories. How neat your porter Pedro was also a Tango dancer. And it sounds really lovely that you got dove nursery outside the window :-) You mentioned visiting Buenos Aires - if that happens or not, I hope you find what is best for you!

Sandra said...

I was on a taxi today driving along Avenida Figueroa Alcorta and we passed by the gorgeous pink Lapacho tree in full bloom. I thought about you and how much you liked that tree as well. Hopefully you can see it when it blooms again next year... Buenos Aires will always be here for when you decide to visit.
Un beso grande.

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