After I received my visa to Brazil (and you can bet that I’m omitting plenty of tedious details in the statement), it really began to sink in that Argentina would no longer be my home.
I had to ask myself, “I’ve got three days left here, how should I spend them?” Maybe this is how life should be lived, because only then did I stop concentrating on the things that I wanted or needed, and chose to honor what had already come my way. I sat in the same shaded parks without thinking of beaches. I ordered the first flavor of ice cream I had tried in the city without wondering about the other kinds. I let the random people who had surfaced intermittently in my time here come forth, and I savored the brief overlap of our lives.
Something else awaits me tomorrow, and I go into it carrying golden memories from today. I don’t know if I will long for Argentina, but I will certainly miss a few of its people and street dogs.
Photos to come soon.
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