This past week is over. I had the opportunity of travel. My choices took me through the parts of southern Argentina with my sister, Kate. Our plans failed, royally.
We have met people, seen landscapes, spoken conversations, and laughed together. I have a blessing to receive. I don't deserve it, but I am very grateful for it.
(Take notice of the reeds in the picture)
Kate and I rambled around Buenos Aires. My life for the past 5 months. Rambling. Kate came over to eat a dinner with the Durand family, my hosts for the school year. The protests broke out in the streets the same night. The conflict between "el campo y el gobierno". A "cacerolazo" or two is like biting into cardamon in a curry! Pot banging protest has been used a lot since i have been here and Georgina along with her son Joaquín took us to go check it out before dinner. The protest culminated with the singing of the National Hymn in the middle of the intersection of Santa Fe and Callao. The Hymn is inherently passionate.
Buenos Aires was last week and currently in Puerto Madryn. We will ramble on the Shepe infested human deserted Valdes Peninsula. We will see the Southern Right whales. The penguins have gone north to Brasil. Frankly, it is whale breeding season.