"The fact is that all writers create their precursors. Their work modifies our conception of the past, just as it is bound to modify the future..."
Hurried back to the hotel to have one last meal before hopping in a car to the airport... Lomo, Malbec, y vegetales... que rico, eh?
...i realize too late, in my last hours sitting bleary-eyed staring at this southern hemisphere sun, that i never really got a chance to get settled out here... my impressions of Buenos Aires are fleeting, cursory, and largely superficial...i didn't stray out of this hotel by myself till yesterday, which is a testament to how much I've been working and how safe and scripted some business trips can be. It's not a bad thing, but I do always find it lamentable when I'm departing from a magical cultural hub and have only skimmed a few token drops of beauty off its most exposed surface. I hope to return here again soon.
My apologies if these postings sound like the pretentious observations of a spoilt gringo. I have been ensconced in a ridiculously lavish hotel for the past week, dining on high class cuisine I'm way too poor to pay for at home. I hope my reflections of what i've consumed here come across less like a foodie snob and more like a grateful patron of the culinary arts. I haven't had much else to write about other than the copious quantities of red wine I've been drinking, and the wonderful artistic creations that I've since realized emerged out of this unique port city. I'm enormously grateful to have been given the opportunity to visit here, and I hope to come back to learn more about this Latin capital and the wonderful people and artisans who inhabit it...
Gracias Fernando, Pablo, Seto, Rafaela, Mara, y Graciela para la hospitalidad... un abrazo y solidaridad eternamente...
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