If I wait until I get home to write this, then it will mean something different to me.
I've been working so hard at the fair over the last few days and it hardly seems possible that tomorrow is the last day. I've been going to bed at 3am and waking up early to fit everything in. This morning, I sat at the desk in m hotel room and I was exhausted waiting for the coffee maker in my room to brew the mediocre complimentary coffee. I opened the window and the sound that I heard from the street below was that of soft tango music from the Plaza San Martin. It was the most beautiful cliche I had ever witnessed. I closed my eyes and I felt the goosebumps forming on my arms.
I just love it here. There is a lot of political unrest in the country right now and tomorrow there are two huge manifestations taking place in Buenos Aires. There is so much chaos all around and so many problems and yet in my heart, and in many of the faces of the people who live and love here, I feel such a calm and a peace. This is not a cliche at all...and I welcome the irony.
I'll be posting so many more images when I get home - there's just no time right now and I'm so tired I can hardly look at them all. I've been quite lazy and decided to process these in picnik rather than photoshop...too much work for right now. I've cheated and posted these to flickr already but you can see them here too.
Stayed tuned for more.
For now, I'm off to bed, and I'll be thinking about waking up tomorrow to my lousy coffee and beautiful music.