but this time, i didn't 'do' buenos aires in this way. it was just a plain old visit to the inlaws, in the suburbs, way too painful and hellish a train-ride away from the hip and hopping core. still, it is not macondo. it was a mini family vacation, including a 1000km road trip each way, which the kids dealt with pretty well.
by far the best part was our visit to the top specialist in children's growth, who put to rest our worries about the monster's littleness. yay!! it also had its difficult moments, which i'm still trying to figure out and will probably write about here eventually (including a total crying breakdown mess over the monkey's birthday cake). i might be a little more depressed than i thought...
in any case, i also found pleasure in little things, including enjoying time with my kids. and:
- hot water
- water pressure
- doting extended family for the kids, sometimes meaning several hours in a row of not even seeing the kids - they're perfectly happy without me. can you believe that??
- sweaty, dirty, hilarious cousin play, ending in shared baths, bruises, overtired kids and sleepovers
- buying the paper around the corner in the morning (can't get it until the afternoon out here in macondo)
- cable tv (lovely to trash out now and then, and great for following the current political mess about a new, so-very-important communications law here)
- ice cream delivery! why doesn't this exist everywhere?
- vegetarian empanada options - yum
- patched and falling-apart sheets and towels (i love the old-timeness and the eco-qualities of having these same items for a lifetime, though the i-desire-comfort part of me isn't so thrilled about it. i have only love though for the fridge still in use from the 1960s. so eco and so retro...)
- kids playing with wood and iron toys - carts, trucks, bikes, animals - made by my brother-in-law