Hace calor is an understatement. It was almost 90 degrees today, the third day in december. I sweat as i browsed corrientes looking at the cheap imitation Christmas wreathes. And it all seemed a bit surreal.
Tonight the best $1 ice cream i have ever eaten dripped down my hand as Emily and I walked Almagro at night. Even at 11, the air was heavy making my ice cream and forehead sweat.
Now at midnight, i smell the neighbor's asada and hear their late night celebration. It feels like the fourth of july not the third of december.
At home the world is covered in a white blanket of snow or as the news here calls it "muerte blanca"= white death. The worlds could not be farther apart in this moment.
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