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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, October 25, 2015

The Neighborhood Part I


 Taking a walk through the parks and neighborhoods , you always see dog walkers. With this many dogs and then there will be those who only take one or two at a time. This guy will take the dogs to an area where he will tie them to trees and leave them to bark non-stop until he takes them home, while he takes a nap. At least the dogs are getting fresh air during the day .

Tate  loved going to the cafes and having a drink, sometimes a bite to eat and rest .. then back to the parks and home. Always getting petted by a new person who would tell him how beautiful he was, kiss him on the lips and vow their love forever. He never complained.

This was one of our neighbors. The photo is taken by me, standing at the top of a staircase that went from our street up to the street and area where the British Embassy was located. It is called La Isla.
I wanted to live there but I was also quite content with our home. It was sort of a dream come true.
We had a French style building, with the old cage style elevator .. marble staircase, balconies, high ceilings, french doors throughout the apartment .. and Portero who was also a suave handsome Tango dancer. Pedro. He took such good and gentle care of us. Always polite and respectful with a twinkle in his eye. He made so many of those early days so much easier.

This is the view from one of our balconies. Those buildings were our neighbors. Haussman style. 
In South America. The Paris of South America. 

This is the Decorative Artes Museum. We would walk over there once or twice a month and see what was new, admire what we had already seen and have a bite to eat at the cafe .. the photo is taken from the park, across the street, where we spent time every day with Tate ... his parks stretched for miles along the avenues, past Museums and parks and more parks.

The Recoleta Cultural Center. A museum, cafes, shops, an ancient church, the Cemetery, the parks .. this was down the block from our home. This is where we were almost every single day for years.
Walking the dog, sitting in the park , watching fireworks on Summer nights, on New Years Eve, going to the museums, taking photos, always taking photos.

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