I leave tonight at 9:15 and have to "check out" of my little apartment by 10 this morning; I suppose that leaves me wandering the streets in my sneaks with no socks (both pairs are vile and other shoes does work with my blisters). But it's been a perfect week, and even losing Jack for a day or two has been an excellent lesson to me. I have learned to trust him more, to expect less and to just love the little time I have with him. Last night I took 4 of his friends to dinner with the "pre-game" at my house. You've never SEEN so many bottles of wine clang and clank as they took the elevators up to my 5th floor, the lazy souls. They were all charming and funny, irreverent and dear. Pre-game extended onto 9:30, and I was starving, so we walked over to a local place, shuffled up to their second floor because Jack wanted to "be loud." We ate pasta, they drank more wine, and they regaled me with tales that they weren't sure I was hearing. I clung to every word.
Earlier in the day I went to Recoleta Cemetery where Evita is buried, and I was utterly floored at the rows and rows of enormous, ornate mausoleums. It unsettled me to see that much money spent on the dead; I think the Chinese are much better with their beliefs that the person has gone to a better place and their ancestral altars in their houses where they bring food to all ancestors every day. It is much more intimate, but then, this is an extraordinarily public culture where everything is on display, especially the person. Why not the tomb?
Then I was to the endless stalls at the market in the park and then to Palais de Glace, which is a wonderfully domed building with a sunny second floor; the exhibit was nothing to write home about other than a few pieces of the work of the disabled, which I will share if my computer will cooperate. This one I found quirkily compelling:
I passed the Museo Sul Solar, which I shall save for next time, but it did look enticing. The collection is a compilation of esoterica of "the city's most eccentric visionary: salor turned painter, astrologer, musician, inventor, mathematician, writer and philologist Oscar Agustin Alejandro Schulz Solari (1887-1963)." I have a funny feeling that this guy is going to lead me back to BA.
Connections are becoming twisted this morning, so it's over and out until Philadelphia! Hasta la vista.
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