"Our most ancient metaphor says life is a journey. Memoir is travel writing, then, notes taken along the way, telling how things looked and what thoughts occurred. . . .This is the traveler who goes on foot, living the journey, taking on mountains, enduring deserts, marveling at the lush green places...as a pilgrim, seeking, wondering." -Patricia Hampl
February 20, 2007
Estamos pasando un buen tiempo en Buenos Aires! Ya he visitando con la familia Gebel y visitaba los lugares que se llaman Palermo y Puerto Madero: voy a escribir mucho mas en el futuro, pero es el tiempo para salir-es las dos! con amore, monica. xx
We are having a great time in B.A.! We´ve already visited Heath´s relatives and visted parts of the city known as Palermo and Puerto Madero: I´ll write more later, but it´s time to go out on the town, two a.m.!! with love, monica
Click here for day 1 photos. . .
February 14, 2007
The kids at school were all but off the walls about the weather report: snow, snow, and more snow. We'd anticipated a delay, but as of the last weather report before bedtime, all signs led to a blustery day--and no school. Heath and I celebrated with Mayan Chocolate milkshakes.
To be on the safe side, I woke up around 5:30 this morning to double-check: sure enough, schools had been cancelled all over the area, the plows were out, and our street was practically buried. Seeing as how it is, after all, Valentine's Day, I put on my brother's old firefighter boots and braved the driveway, shovel in hand. Heath joined me a little later, and there we were, bundled up to our ears in the blue wintery twilight, shoveling our hearts out, thoughts of South America dancing in our heads (we leave in four days!). While he was getting ready for work, I warmed up his car and put his valentine (and some hershey's kisses) on the dash. It IS, after all, Valentine's Day.
Here are some pictures: the boots (on a shoveled driveway and in our backyard snow drift), the walkway I had to stop shoveling (needed coffee), the house and its icicle glory.