Tag: why did I move to argentina?

  • Je ne sais quoi!

    Je ne sais quoi!

    Let us get back to last November, spring. I was walking on the beach in Caril√≥ with my friend Carla. Strolling alongside the ocean, trying not to get our feet wet, while chatting away. We have a peculiar history together, Carla and I. Our friendship started with a kind of ‘blind date’, after my son…

  • Grey, Dark and Gloomy

    It was my son who drew my attention to it. Was that the landing gear that came out? About to land but still above a thick pack of clouds? Ouch! That did not look good! In the car I kept my eyes closed as much as possible : after a long night, a long day…