One foot in front of the other....

It is a Tuesday and first thing tomorrow morning I will get ready to head to Buenos Aires; it is my firm belief that traveling is merely putting one foot in front of the other, literally. Regardless of distance, I believe the mechanics of getting there is this and will always be the same (time travel is for another day). I am looking forward to this trip. It has been months since I was last in Buenos Aires, I even missed all the smoke commotion - oh well. I travel not in search of myself, I am not that deep, but to give myself what I would otherwise not get/find where I was last, point of origin.

I will miss California for a few months, but again I miss everything from the last place (wherever that might have been) I was a few weeks ago. I am easily attached to the people mostly, I can really care less about the geographics but the people I miss terribly. I do not like to leave people behind, I want my whole tribe traveling with me - NOT POSSIBLE!

So here I am with bags packed, passports and all the usual trinkets I travel with - en route to BsAs. My next post will be from there - winter time there now unlike the prospect of summer here in California. Oh well.

I will miss some things I really like to do in California and the freedom to drive in a place where mostly cars 99.999% of the time stay within their lanes. You probably do not have any idea why I am saying this but come to Argentina and you will know what I mean. :-) I for one do not like surprises and basically I am just accepting this as a fact when I am there - terrifying but fact nonetheless. But there are lots of things to do and more to do to occupy my time and attention.

Buenos Aires is a nice big city but the countryside is to die for - that I really look forward to having once again - the silence and the serenity - it beats any loud corner any day.

I will re-acquaint myself with the streets, the language and the faces that I had grown to like and would meet everyday. I like that.

I am not delusional to say that BsAs is the best for me, the language is a real sticky point for me, but I willing to apply myself and learn just to for to say the least better myself. I am not doing for another person, I really would like to know the language.

Some people will ram the idea of perfection down my throat on some threads I have read - but you know if you are happy in any place, I am deliriously happy that you are happy; but please do not tell me how I should feel because only I can tell you what and how I feel about any place, food or people. I like it that most people I have met in BsAs that are english speaking like BsAs but I also like to hear people say how they are unhappy there - it keeps things REAL. And believe me, I like REAL things and especially people that is why when I travel I do not count the 20th step I would take but the step that follow the first, one foot in front of the other - -

Ciao. C U in BsAs.