Monday, June 29, 2009
sunday dinner
It´s 1am, and we just finished Sunday dinner. A glass of wine, two plates of pork and roasted vegetables, a slice of chocolate cake and one flute of champagne later, and I´m about ready for bed. Or maybe I´ll stay up watching a movie, or reading, or talking with the family in the kitchen, because it´s not even technically my Argentinian bedtime yet. Oh how different my life has become.
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You’re living Einstein’s quip about the relativity of time but backwards. A minute on a hot stove feels like an hour; but an hour in Buenos Aires feels like a heaven-sent eternity because those people don’t sleep on account of life is best lived by the awake. It's a trip.
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