Buenos
Aires Diario
12/25/09
6:30 pm “Buenos Aires”
Land of the Living Dead – in view of the Recoleta cemetery,
BA’s grand mausoleum, we share
Christmas with the spirits of Christmas past. Came down, and down,
to this state on a falling star
from California only to find a bum’s dream of December summer
solstice in a broken down
potboiling urban manger.
Two lucky caballeros from Long Beach, now sleeping off the awful
lag of LAX-Delta, in a king size
bed on the chic shabby Las Heras Avenue.
12/28/09
8 am “Withdrawal”
Finished with BA after three days but with 10 days to go, we emerge
from the dire first stages of the
dreaded cannabanoid withdrawal cheered by our survival. I lost
my ATM card to the maw of a bank
machine on Xmas day, while hubby twisted his back out reaching
for toilet paper in the bathroom.
Serax and Ativan mix poorly with Argentine chardonnay. There is
a pervasive air of penury, the
pavements cracked and decorated with fresh dog shit. The summer
is heavy, wet, steamy. “Everything” has been closed
for the holiday weekend and although the city returns to normal
this Monday morning, there’s not much of it left to capture
our hopes. We’re bent on getting out of
town.
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