The Last Supper

Oh my! Our latest travels have kept us from sharing our new insights in a good way. We have been so busy, or rather involved in everyday Argentinian life that we decided not to blog for a few weeks. But tonight we ran into a computer at our current hotel - Hotel Home - in Palermo Hollywood. And after a delicious late dinner we decided to share a few thoughts with our audience.

1. Taking time off is the most brilliant thing we have ever done during our 5-year (March 23) stint together.
2. Real good meat - grassfed - is underestimated: Ojo de bife, Matambrito and Chorizo.
3. You can never be up to late.
4. You can never sleep in too late.
5. A double espresso can make wonders.
6. My butt looks great in white pants.

We both hope that everyone could get the the same opportunity to take their eyes of their careers, their greedyness of getting a bigger house and their fear of not keeping up with the Jones's for a second and breath the freash air of the adventurous soul that beats within every honest human. Life in the unknown beats everything. It''s life as it should be, without safety nets, hearts opened, flesh shared, feeling the beat of your most personal dream.

48 hours

Impatient. Restless. Awake. Jumpy. Excited. Exhilarated.

We'll be leaving on a jet plane in less than two days. But my mind has already left. I'm right now sitting at the French restaurant in San Telmo, enjoying their steak fritte with a Malbec. The sun is at it's peak and the heat outside is shaking like a tree in the wind.

I've been fingering on my last Cohiba for a while. A robusto that is in many aficionados eyes too rich for a post-lunch smoke but not for me. Just waiting for the missus to put down her fork for the last time - signaling the end of lunch - so I can light up and inhale the sweet, thick aroma av purity and content.

I lean back and as I inhale the cuban smoke I feel a strong sense of accomplishment, happiness and presence. All rolled into a single moment of divine light.