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Day 53

It's a quiet day, indoors, as we keep warm and settle back into the week. Just to make sure that we settle accordingly, it's a late night for P-J.

Jorja has had a growth spurt! Suddenly, her clothes are looking tighter and her legs are looking longer. Never mind the fact that she feels heavier... Last night when we put on her pajamas, we had a good laugh - the pajamas looked like a muscle suit on her! Here in Argentina, the locals like their Mr Musculo (pronounced Mees-stir Moose-car-low) products and Jorja looked just like one of his prodigies in the suit!

This morning Racilla came to visit. She definitely keeps me on my toes - arriving at different times and sometimes different days, altogether! Jorja doesn't seem to mind when she comes... Today I heard Jorja say 'hola' to Racilla. She followed the poor woman around, up and down the passage, waving and greeting her. Of course, when Racilla replied with a Spanish sentence, all Jorja could do was reply with another 'hola'!



Mapping out her assault on the Puerto Madero parks for the week ahead...

The sun started to shine through after 14h00, but we stayed home. We hope to venture out tomorrow and maybe even hook up with the other South African family that we met on Sunday, in the afternoon.

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