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.
Christmas Eve Oysters
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.
Wine tasting in the uber hip Palermo Hollywood neighborhood
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.
Saw the sights at the BA zoo
The good life
A walk around the Japanese Gardens, reminiscent of SF
Got our sushi fix
Trendy bars were the mainstay in Palermo
An incredible night of Tango
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.
Santa didn't forget us this year
Christmas Eve
Taking in the Recoleta Cemetery on Christmas Eve
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.
Thinking of what lies ahead
We SO relate about how one changes with extended travel and the challenges of reintegrating back into a normal and regular lifestyle. But in itself this will be a rewarding and exciting journey, so relax and you will both enjoy the journey ahead of reconnecting with family and friends.
Yes! it’s called Culture Shock and it is very real. It took me a solid three weeks to return from Chile and feel normal again in my home town. The best cure I found was good friends and good laughs in your old life and maybe a short climbing adventure with some wild turkeys.
Three weeks doesn’t sound too bad! Climbing on a good Wild Turkey hangover is a cure-all!
Thanks guys! We miss our q&a cocktail sessions with you two
Your insight was (and is) always a huge help to us.