Well, here it is around 6am & i can´t find a wink of sleep. Part insomniac, part beautiful mind, i don´t really know, all i know is that the schedule i have grown to know over the last 3 weeks here in Buenos Aires is strangely altered. We tried to go to bed early last night because we didn´t have our siesta and were pretty exhausted, so we went to sleep at around 2am & here i am 4 hours later with my mind spinning like a top. The rhythms, the conversations, the characters, the nights, the days, all of it feels like it´s out of a Fellini movie. Typically, we wake up at noon & go have our coffee and some kind of bread product, toast or medialuna, then we meet up for lunch, at around 2pm with either family or friends. We then go out for several hours and do something, yesterday was the antique flea market looking for old vintage plates and spoons for the shop, the day before we went to visit the 98 year old grandmother, who by the way is super lucid and can rap with you on the current political situation in just about any country, we then eventually make our way back to our apartment and take a 2 hour siesta, trying to lay down no later than 6pm. At around 8pm, we start to stir again and head out to the house of some friends, where there is always some form of fire, wood and burning meat involved and we stay up on the rooftops eating, talking lots of delirium, drinking, smoking and bending over laughing from the previously mentioned delirium. All this usually winds down at around 3 or 4am and we head back home to get some sleep. i have no concept of day & night down here, it all gets mixed together, stuffed somewhere between napping, eating and hanging out. It is quite maddening and i can´t get enough of it. Dear lord, how in the hell are we going to adjust to our schedule in WDC in a little over a week?
On Monday, we take off to Uruguay, where we will rent a car and travel the coast for some days. Maybe we will find some peace and normality in the ocean and her beaches, who knows? All i do know is that on this trip, i have connected to the strange soul of this sleepless, groping city of Buenos Aires. It gets into your skin and you don´t ever want to wash it off. I don´t really know where this connection to Latin America comes from, i have had it since i lived in Brasil, maybe i have latin roots somewhere, i don´t really know, all i do know is that a part of me doesn´t want to go, go, going, going, gone…