un quilombo.

After a few weeks of Mother Nature at her finest, I was faced with the quilombo ("madness, messiness, craziness") of city once again. And as summer hit Buenos Aires while I was away, things are now hot, feeling more cramped, and ehhh. Nice to be wearing flip flops again, but I don't know if I could survive a summer here....the lack of ocean and forest offering refuge from the scorching cement and exhaust poses a problem (or at least for me it does). Being in Patagonia, cleansing the aura :) after so much city...I was thinking more clearly, breathing more clearly, and simply being more clearly. Much needed peace and calm, no doubt. Those intimate towns with such a plethora of natural wonder carry a unique spirit. Strangers smiling as they pass you by, an "hola" or "buenas" always at hand...the dirt and grass and rivers and mountains- I could go on forever. Reminded me of how much more at peace I feel, how much more "home" I feel when surrounded by all of that. I certainly know that wherever it may be that I settle in life, accessible bodies of water, a mountain or two, and good doses of fresh air are a must...