Fines de Semana

I used to look forward to the weekends, but here in Buenos Aires, the weekends or fines de semana are the most difficult times...Not just because I've ended up working most of the past weekends, actually more the contrary. The thought of spending 48 hours by myself, having to start conversations in shops or buses just to check that my voice is still working, is rather daunting...And this extra-long Easter Weekend is probably even worse...I called, texted, emailed, the few people I know, but they were either away on holiday, invited to family dinners, or just not answering...A last minute flight of the capital to San Antonio de Areco also came to an end due to fully booked hotels - that is, the few which still had some vacancies, did not want to reserve the room for me, as I required the room for only 1 night, and just for 1 person...Yes, as you can imagine, not exactly the best way to cure loneliness. But as always, after two minor days, I woke up today, the sun was shining, and I left the house with one of my two allies in these moments...my camera! My other ally - my piano - is waiting for me now, before I leave to have dinner at Luis' house - a new friend you'll read more about in my next post! All is good again in Buenos Aires...Beso