setting out to the desert in 6 days. i can't wait to not be in the apartment again. more and more i am feeling inhibited ball walls and some people and some schedules and some street walks and failed meetings, but that is like today. the buen dia festival is all afternoon in celebration of the planet, and i'm going to start it by finding a glass bottle of coke, a cheesy burger, papas fritas, and an oreo alfajor. somehow food, here, is my constant measurement. perhaps it always is. a good day is navigated by what from where and how. there was a walk to an art circuit that didn't exist. these things always happen when there are other back=ups that have passed. it's too bad loopyness can't always be here, you see, because loopyness makes the days go round.
goals for rest of the weekend follow, human rights film festival, brazilian film festival, earth day, book fair, mataderos fair outside of the city, and maybe a park or two. off to add and cross aforementioned!
hoooola new life!
- whitney
- there once was a girl who liked change, mirror images, and the tide. she found herself curiously exploring options while thinking side thoughts of painting her nails. she wants to meet the rain forest through spanish eyes seeing flocks of butterflies instead as las mariposas. she wants to feel uncomfortable. she wants to smell the smell of a city millions wake up to every day. she wants to ride alongside gauchos. then one day she flew to buenos aires and stayed a while. this is her story.
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