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Day 41

I'm not sure if I've ever commented on this blog about: How busy the supermarkets are at lunch time (with people doing big shops)...or how the fountains are switched on every day of the week - even when it rains - and not only on weekends or Public Holidays. Something else that I've found unique to Buenos Aires is the issue of benches: In the parks, by the canal, on islands between major traffic intersections...they are everywhere! The benches serve hundreds of people every day - students, travellers and locals who want a smoke break or a snog break and everything in between! Generally, they're the meeting point for friends to share a cup of mate'.





Jorja and I went to the park this afternoon. I was amused to see that with access to all sorts of park toys and equipment, she chose to play with a tyre! This girl loves sand as much as her Dad and I hate it! When she wasn't chasing other (older) park visitors, she was venturing up the ladders and down the slides - and enjoyed a giant OXO game with Dad when he met up with us after work. We met Mara (named after Diego Maradonna, yes, true fact) at the park - I'm guessing that she's about 2 years old. It's a pity that sometimes it's not enough to just let the kids play. Her dad was eagerly telling us about Mara, and we were trying our best to catch what he was saying. In the end we just exchanged names!








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