I just finished eating my breakfast on the balcony of our apartment. Curtis says today is going to be 87 degrees F. I feel the heat, but am protected by the shade from Los Palos Barrachos (The Drunken Wood- the local Argentine trees that sway back and forth in front of our new home).
I’m staring out into their skinny and curly tree branches and thin leaves and find a pair of doves cleaning each other, a few butterflies and many zooming dragonflies. From our balcony it almost seems that we’re not in a city of 13 million. Then I’m reminded of the life below–a baby crying, a man yelling, bus doors opening, a dog barking and lots of cars. But if you can concentrate hard enough, you might not ever realize they’re down there.
From our balcony, all is calm. Good morning Buenos Aires.
