B° Las Palmas! | OM Team | Maria Elena, our Cordoba mom | siesta | our neighbors | the giggling sounds in our house full of girls | greeting people with hugs and kisses – even strangers | line-drying laundry | the girls from the Panaderia | dulce de leche | hip-hoppin' it up, and passing it on to a group of ballerinas | orange maté | Donny, our friend, team member, and fellow world-traveler/Big Bang Theory enthusiast | asado
taking a bus to wherever I want for a mere 2.50 pesos | Coca-Cola - it really is better here | UNO and SET | European cars | Jose, my best friend, and the sundogs, Pablo & Nelson - along with their cologne and funny haircuts | empanadas | the ability to literally walk around the corner and buy a dozen of said empanadas from Ruben at Las Lenas – for dirt cheap
warm nights downtown | pedestrian sidewalks | random men shouting “hola hermosa!” as they buzz past on their motorbikes | american candy - its more valuable when you don't have it at your fingertips | the gypsy fair, complete with incense, bartering, Bob Marley tunes, floating lights, pop corn, and endless booths of hippies selling hand-made wares after the sun goes down | English Talk, and all the fun and friends that go with it | wine and chocolate nights with the girls
cheap produce | the cheery lady at the verduleria who calls everyone “mi amor” “mi corazon” and “mi vida” - even if she doesn't really know you | a caffe havanna at Havanna Cafe | Luciano | getting a package! | convincing the post office guy not to charge you for picking up your package by sharing some American candy – bribery? No, successful. | the fragrant aroma of the panaderia that blankets our neighborhood at night when they bake | drinking sweet maté with strangers | being blonde = celebrity status | banana-ginger-mint liquados | simple living | Manuel, the butcher and friend | teeter-tottering while we wait at the bus stop
returnable bottles for pop and beer | Beto, the friendly old man on the corner who tells us wild stories of made up things when we walk by | criollos | Daniel and Marcelo, our hardware store friends | merienda | consuming copious amounts of sugar being the norm | cooking dinner with Maria Elena every Friday night and being yelled at for speaking English – her house is a strictly Spanish-speaking zone - the punishment for breaking the law, a spoonful of dulce de leche – its just terrible ;)
Paula, Vanesa, and Nati – the moms I spend time with | having a gas stove | alfajores algarrobas | Eva – friend and fellow artist/dancer | taking a train ride to a nearby river for an afternoon getaway, complete with friends, wine, sandwiches...and water guns |
trees full of flowers, even in the fall | crazy, but efficient and mostly careful driving | stove top popcorn | birds that sing to me outside our window | speaking Spanish everyday | long talks with Sarah | frambuesa Zuko and pomelo Tang | walking through history, surrounded by old buildings and cathedrals
Terma | Grido ice cream (dulce de leche granizado, coco con dulce de leche, chocolate suizo) | Agus and our coffee dates, always accompanied by my laughs and her dimples | Pa panamericano | cheap taxis | pulling fruit right off the trees | eating with our house mates on the patio | all the crazy cats at Alpha | Santi, Kati, and all my other little kids from El Refugio | being a part of what God is doing in Argentina
xoxo, heather
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