i would like to personally thank you for your kindness this year. you answered my prayer even if i didn't leave you out a pacifico.
christmas this year was better than even as a child, jumping out of my bed and throwing myself on the tree to look at my newly acquired loot.
as i left the airport and overheard upbeat, rythmic spanish punctuated with "che!", saying vos instead of tu, cashay and not cayay, that distinct almost italian sounding singing spanish; the license plates speeding by and the realisation that i had finally made it back to south amerika.
even better the look on carry's face when he looked out the window.
merry christmas, from buenos aires!
(*: santa being the plural form of papa and scott.)