rockit.

Abrazo.

Wasting no more time
So much to be done
Everything works out
So they say
Over my shoulder
It's tough getting older

Today is my last day in Buenos Aires. My last real day.

I finally went to Retiro Station to get my tickets to Córdoba... wow can you say finally?! Let's not speak about how impossible it was to have these tickets in my hand...

Anyway, while walking there I went through the San Martín park - and how amazing it was. This park I always took for granted was absolutely perfect today. It's in the middle of the craziest part of the city and the port... where the highways and city meets... you have no idea how amazing it feels to be in complete loveliness in the midst of honking cars, pollution and people elbowing you right left and centre...

Weird that I'm speaking about San Martín park now, 'cause just last night when getting out of the General San Martín Estacíon with Tina, we spoke about our first impressions of this area. On both our first days going to the MC office we had this image of it being amazing, because when you are on the escalators from the station going up to the street, you see palm tree leaves and bright morning sunlight... some kind of wonderful... so weird that we both thought the same thing... it's amazing how you look back at first impressions, isn't it? How views and perceptions change so quickly... totally a different story when you were still innocent of "when in reality"...

Well back on topic... this morning walking in San Martín was totally different - a kind of completeness and fulfillment mixed together. I walked up to the bridge overlooking the hill, at Libertador, the highways... with the sun totally blazing down like some sort of blesser... and that was it - when everything came together. This is the end of my trip, the end of my experience... the end of everything that I had been looking forward to before. What a sense of accomplishment, of shame, of fulfillment, of disappointment... a life-changing experience?... well why don't you tell me the factors of life first... let's not even fathom how to measure "change"... 

posted by Irene @ 2:54:00 PM