With overstuffed bags and plenty of anticipation we boarded the commuter train to Buenos Aires. The $0.31 (US), 45 minute trip to the city felt excruciatingly endless, we just couldn’t wait to see the Pribbenos.
Riding up the elevator to our high-rise condo, it was clear, the next ten days were going to be a little different for us. After a flurry of hugs and excited squeals we rushed to unpack and get down to business. A Buenos Aires bucket list was created and we did our best to cross off every single item.
Each morning usually started at the pool, a late lunch, a leisurely stroll, next thing you know it’s cocktail hour. We quickly schooled our new recruits on the Argentine rituals of mate and late night dinners.
We’ve had our share of international Pribbeno Christmas’ but this one was unique. We have been out of the loop for about a year. Come December, family was just what we needed. We relished every minute with them, soaking in the love.
One year on the road. Between the two of us we discuss what this means to us and how we have developed along the way. The issues concerning our loved ones barely skim the peripheral of our daily meditations. The divide between who we are here and at home has perceptibly widened. Bridging the gap will have to become a priority soon as we think about our return. And the meetup of these vastly different sides of our personalities will surely be fraught with challenge. Yet for now we’re happy to continue this chapter as far as it will take us.