Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Missing Argentina

I slept soundly in this simple room in ParanĂ¡. The summer heat, the fan overhead, the door that remained open all night, and the breeze that came through. I'll never forget waking in the morning, smelling the rain, opening my eyes and seeing it pour down just outside the door--hearing the sound of wild birds, and the clippity-clop of a horse and cart.

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