Maybe it’s the spring weather that has taken over Atlanta like a fever. Maybe it’s time to plan my next vacation.Whatever the cause, I have been thinking a lot about the warm weather in Buenos Aires this week.
It’s been three months since Alex and I returned to snow and ice at Hartsfield-Jackson Airport — just long enough to pine for the outdoor cafes and scenic views.
I miss the food, the vibrancy of the street life and the surprises we found in every neighborhood.
I really miss the apartment in Palermo with the manual elevator that clicked and clacked its way up to the fourth floor. About halfway through the trip, Alex took our laundry to the cleaners just around the corner from that apartment. By conquering such a simple chore, we felt like we were really part of the city. This morning, Alex was pleasantly surprised to find that his short-sleeve shirts still smell like that Buenos Aires cleaners after being stored in a drawer all winter.
So with this flood of memories attacking my senses, I’ve finally finished editing the last of the videos from our trip.
Here it is, enjoy: