Little Tree

Things have been connecting in ways that I cannot explain with straight words.

Middle ground. A strange zone. My friends and family here in Argentina are sad I will depart soon while friends and family in the US await my arrival. I am somewhere in between, resting in the intangible. The gates to North Argentina are open, as my mind, shining with adventure and endless possibilities.

I realize my Tigre friends are my true friends I've made in Argentina. I spent this weekend with them. Mucha joda. Great music. Great times. Great, to say the least. Last night, we went to Luna Park to see a folklore/rock band called Arbolito. They sing and represent the traditional pueblos Argentinos with music to dance, jump, mosh, sit, love, and smile. Such a beautiful show!

I ride the waves, saying to myself everyday, that this is the best day of my life! We LIVE TODAY!

Arbolito:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KxOmHzSOg_8