Ode to Argentina
Dear Argentina, How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love you for your beauty: the ragged, raw, realness of your bittersweet glamour,
Dear Argentina, How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love you for your beauty: the ragged, raw, realness of your bittersweet glamour,
I think travel makes you age faster. I can’t imagine sustaining this type of lifestyle for very long. EZE to JFK. Now waiting for my flight