Redescovering Buenos Aires

It is not easy to make a jump of 50 degrees Celsius, between Denver and Buenos Aires. Your body takes a few days to adjust. Between the heat and the humidity, oh well... my pores try to absorb all at once... and here I go. I sleep in till noon, and that simply kills me.

I wake up wondering where am at. I´ve dreamt more these days than in the last six months. I dream of unfairness and my rebellion against it. Oh, well.

So I am up now, trying to figure out what to do next. I still have to find out about the Eucharist celebration tonight. I should try calling these people once again. Ok, I just got the information. 8 p.m. at Santa Amelia, and they start between 8.30 and 9 p.m. Imagine that!

Does not matter how hard I try, it always takes me 3 days to adjust to being back in Argentina. I loose all sense of order. Routine ceases to exist, and the lack of it simply kills me. Not just because it´s inexistent, but because there is no order in a world of commitments... Oh, well. I know I´m just going through this adaptation process.

The good news? David will be glad to hear... My brother has two guitars, and I´ll be taking one back with me to Denver. Isn´t that neat?

So I know what I´ll do now. Take a shower, have a smoothy and head down to downtown, looking for music sheets... tango music sheets for piano. And then, get lost in the city, at the bookstores, taking pictures of a sleepy Buenos Aires in the heat of the summer.

Nice to reconnect to something that keeps me centered... books, that is...