They all explain, in a very loose metaphorical kind of way, why we haven't updated in a month and a few monedas. We were living the palatable life here, we got caught up in some Argentina drama, and we got spat out as indigents.
Andy lived in more places in a few weeks than there were Presidents in that couple of weeks in 2001. I found myself carrying everything I owned in a relay for a few blocks to the nearest hostel, making eye contact with a leather faced guy driving a beaten 20-year-old car with a half-shattered windshield and no window pane.
"Es complicado," he said as I tried to stack a fan on top of a wheeled suitcase.
"La vida es," I replied.
At the end of the day you dust off your shoulders, look at your losses and scratches, and say "fuck it, this is Argentina."
Congratulations!
ReplyDeleteYou are gonna be fine Patrick.
Thank Buddha for hostels and don't complain... you coulda' ended up on the corner of 9 de julio and Corrientes.
ReplyDeleteCheers, guys! Cya!