My days of lying on the couch, watching football were over. The eagle had landed and i was at the airport waiting. As usual i was way too early so whilst drinking endless coffee my mind wandered back to my first arrival here. Slightly different circumstances, it's definitely better being picked up by your son than wandering around the airport in a blind panic wondering what on earth is going on.
Safely esconced in our taxi, we were whisked through the suburbs to our flat in the centre, all the while mum pointing out things that whilst vastly different i now take for granted - this was definitely going to be fun. The flat got the seal of approval and after a cup of tea, shower and snack it was time for our first excursion.
Recoletta, famous for it's cemetery, antiques market and expensive boutiques this seemed a gentle introduction. A couple of hours ambling and an enormous baguette later mum was overwhelmed, too much input. Strolled back via the veg shops and local offie - all one needs for a light snack and an early night.
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