I’ve been home 1 week, 1 day, 3 hours, and 29 seconds. I’m already back to work and already back to the grind. South America seems like a distant a dream. A land filled with a strange language I no longer remember. A land where I lived a life as a farmer, barman, and Latin Lover.
Here in Maryland I’m a bland suburban dude. Drive to work. Eat Panera. Bicker with family.
I long for relaxing days and never ending nights.
That’s not to say I haven’t been enjoying myself. It’s been great to see old friends. This weekend I’m throwing an Argentine dinner, trying to recapture some of the old magic. We’ll see if it works.
