Below the Belt...of the World: Buenos Aires
We arrived on a jet-lagged, sunny morning. A whole new continent. Our flight path had been Bangkok—Qatar—Berlin—Madrid—Buenos Aires. Which means since leaving the U.S. last year, we’d officially curium navigated this marble. We swapped some euros into pesos, studying a new next exchange rate. It was fall in Argentina. The air was crisp and the leaves of big birch trees were starting to rust. In Thailand, there are two seasons; hot and hotter. I spent Christmas in the shade of a 100 degree day and New Years with sweat running down the backs of my legs. In May, Kaysha and I flew to Berlin. Spring was bursting and people were awaking and excited. Grass had that electric green; new growth. Two weeks later, below the equator, winter was beginning. My inner clock sat down and gave up. I’ve been quite confused ever since. Because our jobs come with us, we came here to play normal life in an abnormal setting. Kaysha and I rented a small apartment for three months in Villa Cr...
