April 19, 2008
Hello out there!
We just got back from three weeks in Argentina- it was glorious!
We had sunny days full of the warmth that only comes at the end of the summer, punctuated by crisp nights that say "Fall’s just around the corner !". We ate late lunches, and with afternoon wine seeping through our veins, took long siestas.
Later, we would go out on my husband’s old dirt bike, blazing along the dirt roads outside of Bowen, leaving a cloud of dust flying behind us. We passed walls of sky-high poplars and rows of grape vines waiting to be harvested. Grasshoppers snapped against my legs, jumping up to escape the bike’s path. Rogue dogs chased us down the road barking; we waved to kids riding on bicycles and old farmers as we whizzed by.
At night, we watched futbol, drank tea, and talked into the wee hours with my mother in law. We slept in my husband’s childhood bedroom, making our bed by pushing together the two twin sized beds that were my husband’s and his brother’s when they were kids. (Just for the record, I somehow managed to wedge myself into the crack between the two beds just about every night.)
Our trip was a much needed break, and we have returned feeling refreshed. But it was also very hard to come home again, as anyone who has spent time in another place (and fallen in love with that place) can attest to. The weeks flew by so fast!
In that short time we adjusted so easily to being back in Argentina, their customs, the way people look, move and act. I so often feel divided-with one foot here in the US, my home and country of origin, the other foot (and my heart) in Argentina. The best remedy for that is this blog-I can’t wait to share all the wonderful experiences of our trip with you!