So far, our days in Argentina have been all about getting our bearings. We’ve gone for long slow walks around the neighborhood. Played along the riverfront. Spent time with family. Taken naps. Shopped for a few essentials we neglected to pack, or discovered we needed after arriving.
It’s been exhausting, just landing here. We’re on such a long trip that it’s not exactly like vacation, where you just do what you will for a few days and then *flash* you’re back home in your workaday life. We’re here for a month. I need to work while we’re here. The kids need to sleep and learn and grow.
That’s meant resetting our personal rhythms to the pace of Argentine life. Beyond recovering from jet lag, I need to do the internal work of figuring out where in the day to put my writing time. When to settle the kids for their afternoon rest. How to socialize in a language I don’t speak. What to do with our time.
This afternoon as we wandered around his parents’ picturesque neighborhood, I likened it to learning to walk. There are a thousand little things I need to think about here that at home I just do on autopilot. It’s refreshing to be shaken out of my habits. Getting a chance to take a look at who I am when I’m out of context is one of the things I love about travel.
I’m also finding it tiring, here and now. I want to sleep a lot. Go to bed early, wake up late, take a nap in between.
I’m starting to wake up, though, and feeling my sea legs under me. I think we’ll start venturing out for day trips in a day or two, and maybe go on a longer journey over the weekend.
Where should we go? What must we see, here in beautiful Buenos Aires?
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