Travelling always puts me in the mode of “the observer.” I kinda take a step back from the busy-ness of life and just go with the flow. It usually starts to feel that way several days before the journey. So, here on the eve of our trip, DC sleeps and our candles burn. We jump the train tomorrow and head south, only to return here in a new year for the plump red blood oranges and elegant meyer lemons, so, until then, I will go with the flow and enjoy the warm Buenos Aires nights, filled with odors of grilled meat and fiesta. So long DC, we will return soon enough…