Bs.As. in October
rain, rain, sun, rain
In between dreams Buenos Aires is a lovely place to be. The scenery always changes, the walk to work is always a tossup; will there be 12 hounds or 13 spaniels waiting to be walked on the corner? Afternoons are a last minute call between lunch at home or the comforts of shopping mall eats. Evenings, well they turn into mornings sometimes. And of course one must always be on alert for dogshit. October is a funny time of year; sometimes it’s 30C and humid and sometimes it’s 15 and raining. The trees start to bloom, and you can feel summer around the corner, but it’s just not here yet. So you wait. Maybe it’ll be sunny this weekend; maybe it’ll rain..
A large collection of people means you are never alone. Even when it’s raining, you are likely to share a dry spot with a stranger. A blanket of cloud means no reservations; a sunny day means even with reservations you are likely to wait. Without even knowing it, you become part of the scenery. Making somewhere else home is all in your head. It’s your body language. Walk like you are going somewhere and people will believe you. But then you forget that you aren’t home.
It takes something to remind you that this isn’t where you grew up. Something that just could not exist at home. For me? Palm Trees. And ferns. It’s the green that always sucks me back to reality. Forget the language; you get used to it. The buildings? well, maybe just maybe you stumbled upon a particularly Argentine part of wherever you grew up. The green and palms, that’s what gets me.
Although the mild seasons make great 
conversation back home, even the mildest winter is still winter. Which, to me at least, means retracting into myself, lots of monologues in the elevator and relief that summer just might be around the corner.
Well, if you made it through my dribble then you deserve to see my pictures from October
