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.