If you're looking for status updates, you won't find them for me on Facebook anymore... I deactivated my account this afternoon. I decided that if this was the year for personal growth, one lesson I wanted to (re)learn was how to live IRL. After another wasted morning spent screen-sucking, Facebook was the first thing to go.
After that, I went for a walk with one of my kids, while Tats stayed home and played chess with the other one.
He took me to the playground they'd discovered earlier this week; we passed two interesting-looking cafes, an empanada stand and a Samba street band. I also discovered first hand why our neighbourhood is called "Palermo Hollywood": En route, we saw a movie studio and at least three director's homes (well, I'm not a hundred percent sure about that last one, but they kinda' had that "flavour").
We decided to take an alternate route home from the playground, and discovered how to cross the tracks like the Portenos do; in the process I also solved another mystery: I'd been wondering about the seemingly random announcements that waft across a loud speaker outside every so often... turns out they're train announcements; the train station is only two blocks from our home, right near the Subte.
On the way home, we stopped to check out some floor plans -- every few buildings there's a new one with units for sale -- and Alex showed me which designs he liked best.
I'm missing my camera phone which died this past summer; would be nice to be able to take photos of our adventures on my own. (Hitherto in Argentina, I've been using Tats' phone, or sometimes risking pulling out the ol' iPad, which I often don't even take with me, for fear of theft, which is particularly common with Apple products here, apparently -- though a small, well-concealed iPhone would have been a considerably less conspicuous than a giant, honking iPad!!!)
After that, I went for a walk with one of my kids, while Tats stayed home and played chess with the other one.
He took me to the playground they'd discovered earlier this week; we passed two interesting-looking cafes, an empanada stand and a Samba street band. I also discovered first hand why our neighbourhood is called "Palermo Hollywood": En route, we saw a movie studio and at least three director's homes (well, I'm not a hundred percent sure about that last one, but they kinda' had that "flavour").
We decided to take an alternate route home from the playground, and discovered how to cross the tracks like the Portenos do; in the process I also solved another mystery: I'd been wondering about the seemingly random announcements that waft across a loud speaker outside every so often... turns out they're train announcements; the train station is only two blocks from our home, right near the Subte.
On the way home, we stopped to check out some floor plans -- every few buildings there's a new one with units for sale -- and Alex showed me which designs he liked best.
I'm missing my camera phone which died this past summer; would be nice to be able to take photos of our adventures on my own. (Hitherto in Argentina, I've been using Tats' phone, or sometimes risking pulling out the ol' iPad, which I often don't even take with me, for fear of theft, which is particularly common with Apple products here, apparently -- though a small, well-concealed iPhone would have been a considerably less conspicuous than a giant, honking iPad!!!)