Spirit Lifting Jacarandas

It really is the best time of year to be in Buenos Aires. I got here about a year ago and have been bragging about the jacarandas in spring ever since. How nice to be in a city where the seasons are so concrete. This first picture was taken in my neighborhood, Las Cañitas.

I was reading a fellow blogger's posts the other day and found out that LA has a pretty mean jacaranda season too. Check her photo out on Tango Cherie.


This picture was taken outside of the international post office where I went to pick up a box of books I sent myself. The mail service works. This was a big move for me. Sending my stuff from back home might mean I´m staying put for a while.

New Neigborhood

Las Canitas is my new neighborhood. These are my friends Gonzalo and Naty on my first night in the new pad. When I first came here I thought it was too trendy for me. It's almost like the South Beach of Buenos Aires. It has layers though. While it's not a barrio barrio, it's definitely a curious place. Dog walkers, joggers, those who weed through the trash looking for cardboard or bottles or whatever else they might be able to sell, polo players, beautiful people sitting in corner cafes, and three sushi restaurants on my street alone. This is a far cry from my last two homes--downtown Buenos Aires and Zamalek in Cairo.

Sure, there are things I miss about the other two places. I miss the chaos sometimes. And although it feels like I've sold out by not waiting until I found an apartment in the more bohemian quarter, San Telmo , the green trees and fresh air here more than make up for the plastic breasts and sculpted bodies I share the streets with.

New Apartment

For five months I lived in downtown Buenos Aires surrounded by pollution and noise. I knew I needed to move but was too afraid to commit to a contract. I have a two-year contract and a beautiful little apartment with a view of the polo field.

It was about a month ago when I went to the countryside with some friends that I realized how poisonous my surroundings were. I've wasted so many hours sitting in that noisy apartment trying to concentrate and getting nothing accomplished. I even created this blog three months ago. It just sat here.

I don't know what this blog will be about other than things that inspire me or things I'm curious about. For now, that's enough. A start. A new beginning in a new city and a new apartment.

Things that inspire me......

sunrises
sunsets
light
green
beaches
mountains
friendship
flamenco
fresh food
languages
honesty
traveling
independence
freedom
love
palm trees
talent
good movies
cooking
wine
street food
coffee
cultures
black and white photographs
portraits
change
laughter...