We've named our small but dark and cozy second bedroom "Joni's Room". She lived there for two weeks during which time we fell into an easy routine of sharing space. Utta loved having a third person in the house - one extra someone to wake up each morning with wet tongue kisses and pouncing on the bed. Every day Utta would tear into Joni's room to wake her up, bouncing up to her and wiggling her back half back and forth. We had slow lazy mornings with coffee (sometimes mate) and walks with Utta. Afternoons and evenings we explored the city. Last Saturday we all took the train to San Isidro - 30 minutes outside downtown BA to ck out a fancy suburb. Had a Piedmont/Ross Kentfied vibe though I've been told that the rich suburbs are much less safe than living in the city as the thieves target those areas for kidnapping, ransoms and the like. yeah, nice.
Joni left no shoe store unturned. The best spas in the city knew her by name. Strangely, she confessed her most memorable culinary experience was the fresh fruit salad in our very own fridge which gracious Marta replenished every Monday, Wed and Friday afternoons. Yesterday before she left for the airport we topped it all off with high tea at the Alvear Palace Hotel. So ends the springtime season of visitors. I'm both sad and renewed. Another turning point in my first year here. The days are getting a bit warmer. I struggle more in my running practice with the humidity (doesn't seem to bother the argentines on the team one bit) and ever present mosquitos. Locals are turning shades of carmel. Wonder how they're going to look after 3 months of sunning themselves in the park. It's an interesting contradiction - the fanaticism for a youthful appearance and daily worship of the wrinkle and spot producing sun. Methinks there's some magical mystery skincare product I've yet to discover....
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