Quiet time in argentina

I look back on these last two weeks in Argentina, and I realize that I learned a lot.
Yes, in the museums, the architecture, and the history of two cities, but above all from the people.

An anecdote, a memory, a common ground with someone opened up an infinite world of realities, perspectives, names, and memories. I was able to organize my schedule to work only a couple of days, so I dedicated myself to being there and soaking up everything I could. Time passed so quickly, and the mind is so funny sometimes that I find myself thinking that “I missed out.” But the truth is that I didn't miss anything.

There were days that I was able to live at full speed and others more slowly, and that was fine. I'm coming back with several little things, both material and immaterial. And lots of memories through photographs.