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| The Obelisk at Sunset |
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| La Casa Rosada- lowering of the flag |
I feel like I just broke up with the love of my life. Sunday afternoon I said a blurry-eyed goodbye to Buenos Aires and all the fantastic people that had become fixtures in my life since I arrived in February.
I have decided that living in a different language is learning a new way to feel. There is something about the way that Argentineans speak. Every sentence dips and summits the extremes of passion, and after nearly six months of speaking more or less like an Argentinean, the emotional bit has started to rub off on me. Rarely do I cry, but my eyes stung as I entered the taxi to the airport with Jazmín, there were still tears left from my going away party the night before.
Lucky for us, the volcano in Chile decided to cool its jets for a while, and I waved goodbye to Buenos Aires from the plane on the way north to Salta, our first of many destinations on our way to Peru.
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| Salta |
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| Today's drive from Salta to Cafayate |
Today's adventure included eating wine ice cream and searching ALL OVER town for someone who could sew patches on Jazmín's pants that had some lovely looking holes after she got too close to the heater since it was absolutely freezing last night in the hostel.
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