Much to the delight of the dogs, we're home. Stuffed full of beef, dairy products and dulce de leche, but home nonetheless. TipiLuca & Tony, our faithful steeds, are but distant memories fading into the gaucho dust; Buenos Aires a mere speck on the horizon. Farewell to the medieval pig, the red berets, Janet & Julian from Basingstoke, and Tommy the cook who would avoid eye contact with Jumbo for fear of his volunteering sausage-making assistance. Farewell to the apple orchards, the horses staring in the bedroom window in the morning, wild boar prosciutto, apricots & long-life cream & sweet pink wine, to vertigo, condors, turkey-necked vultures and late orange sunsets. I think my job for today is to "back-fill" so I hope I will do it justice.
Posted by misswhistle
at 08:10 PDT
