Don’t cry for me, Argentina

We lost a friend today.

She’s scooting around in Bali, we’re here reminiscing of our Sunday Morning snugs and Saturday night gossips, over an array of McDonald’s french fry dips (mustard wins).

We connected on many levels, one of them being Argentina.

A country we both love, a city we couldn’t love more (Buenos Aires), a language that soothes our soul.

Te extranho, Nik!

 

Published by Nicki

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