Onward...

This door closes and with a mellow goodbye...

The black clouds loom over the distant city scape.  Im speedwalking through the heavy heat and humidity, running a few last errands and trying to beat the incoming storm.  The store i need to go to is closed and less than halfway home im caught in a downpour,  bare shoulders, skirt, flip flops and all.  Four blocks from home i ring the bell of a friends apartment, hoping he´ll take in a soppy friend until the downpour ceases.  He´s not home.  I walk casually in the opposite direction towards my apartment.  I really don´t mind the rain. That´s the last time i´ll ring that bell...

A little girl in a green rain-poncho sprints down Calle Corrientes carrying a small bag, probably grabbing something for her mother from the kiosco up ahead.  Sheets of rain are stinging my skin, wind is blowing the sandy water from the construction sites against my bare legs... i´m laughing.  There is nothing i could have wanted more my last day here than a storm.  I love Rosario storms.

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I have a bus to Buenos Aires at 2:30 am, then a 9am boat headed to Uruguay where i will spend the next two weeks.  From Montevideo i have a flight on Dec. 9th to Rio de janeiro, and finally head home from there Dc 20th just in time to give gifts from El Sur as Christmas Presents.  I spend ten days in the states until my flight spain where i will spend the next five months continuing my studies...  what can i say, im hooked.

I really don´t see today as a sad goodbye.  Maybe i´ve just gotten good at not dwelling on the feeling of departure.  The horizon line always excites me, whether that horizon is metaphorically speaking or where the ocean actually meets the sky.

Wish Me Luck

teri