one thing that was beautiful that i don’t think i ever wrote about was one day after chirstmas in Buenos Aires. andrea and i were shopping for our white outfits to wear on the Copacabana beach for new years eve.. from every tall building that lined every busy street there was torn paper floating down like snow. fluttering like butterflies tossed by the breeze. we were confounded. in the end we deduced that the portenos have a tradition of tearing up their calendars from the year and throwing them to the streets. magical and celebratory. the new year felt full of potential. and we were headed to Brazil.
feliz ano novo !