Time to update the ol' blog for posterity and to keep the fans satisfied. (Hi you two!) It's now September in "The Uruguay," as they sometimes say. The mythical and mystical "Santa Rosa wind" (an exceptionally windy storm that traditionally hits in the last week of August) came and went, signaling the coming spring. But I don't feel like winter ever began. If it did, winter in the southern hemisphere is a pleasure. It was shorts-weather ten days ago. We've been eating ice cream in Buenos Aires and shopping for flowers at the farmers market.
And we've been climbing outdoors at our personal playground down the street. I'd complain about the height of the routes, but the rock is solid (a bonus in climbing), the routes are challenging and it's a short walk from home. The ducks and geese add charm and entertainment for a two-year old who gets tired of cheering her old parents up the walls.
And we've been climbing outdoors at our personal playground down the street. I'd complain about the height of the routes, but the rock is solid (a bonus in climbing), the routes are challenging and it's a short walk from home. The ducks and geese add charm and entertainment for a two-year old who gets tired of cheering her old parents up the walls.
