I took Dona Maria a small plant. She showed me her spare room and the newly decorated bathroom – just done she said and here’s the bedroom, ready if you come back to Jesus Maria. The whole family lined up on the pavement to say goodbye. Maria’s eyes filled with tears. I’d only known the Castros for a few days but felt a strange searing wrench leaving them all.
It was easy to like sleepy Jesus Maria with its quiet wide streets and little parks, surrounded by fields of soya and soaring Jesuit churches. The weather was fantastic, hot and sunny with barely a cloud to stain the blue sky. Semi-tropical with a distinct dry season as Maxi told me. (It was Maxi who said, in his serious fashion, when I was expanding one night about how delicious Argentine wine was – I’ve never had a bad glass, yum yum etc etc – yes there is bad wine here, Polly, have you tried Vino Toro? I did, it comes in cartons. Not good). But, after a wonderfully somnolent week, all the kinks of Buenos Aires flattened out, I kissed Patricia goodbye and climbed aboard the night bus. Time to head north.
It was easy to like sleepy Jesus Maria with its quiet wide streets and little parks, surrounded by fields of soya and soaring Jesuit churches. The weather was fantastic, hot and sunny with barely a cloud to stain the blue sky. Semi-tropical with a distinct dry season as Maxi told me. (It was Maxi who said, in his serious fashion, when I was expanding one night about how delicious Argentine wine was – I’ve never had a bad glass, yum yum etc etc – yes there is bad wine here, Polly, have you tried Vino Toro? I did, it comes in cartons. Not good). But, after a wonderfully somnolent week, all the kinks of Buenos Aires flattened out, I kissed Patricia goodbye and climbed aboard the night bus. Time to head north.
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