Life in hidding

Ever so often we come across little pieces of history that have gone unseen for ages, until they're brought to light. Such is the case of this little video, the only filmed footage known to date to show Anna Frank.

We may read thousands of books in our lifetime, but only a few dozen remain in our minds forever. This is the case for me with Anna Frank's Diary. Perhaps it's because I kept a diary (or several, really) myself, or maybe it's because I read it when I was her exact same age, but this book or rather, her memoirs, have always haunted me. And this year I finally got to see it with my very own, teary eyes.

It was the first time ever I cried at a museum, but it was a very powerful sight, getting to see her open diary right there in it's acrylic box. A sight I waited for 10 years and then, this year, I finally got to see it.

The museum is a bit disappointing if you're expecting to see their hidden house intact, the only remains are the book case that hid the secret door and Anna's posters and artists' photos on the walls. But getting to put yourself in her shoes if only for 30 minutes, it was experience I'll never forget.

Image credits: here and here. 
Thnx Mary Loneliness for reminding me to post about this!!

Spring time!!

Yes!! It's finally here!! So sorry about you guys in the northern hemisphere, but it was about time we got to clear out our closets to make room for fun, flirty skirts and tanks, strappy sandals and open bedroom windows. Time to move into the end of the year and start planning beach escapades and romantic nights outside (if only in a balcony...).

I don't know about you, but I was waiting for this day like a kid waits for the break during Math class.... and even though it might be cold and cloudy tomorrow, today was just perfect! (even though we're no longer students thus not having Spring Day off).

I had a cute little office picnic by Puerto Madero, how about you?? Are you as giddy and excited as I am about this spring?



Flower shop in Quartier Latin, Paris; Flower shop in Monnickendam, Holland and Flowers at Regent's Park, London all by me.

25th!

I realise I can't keep appearing and disapearing like that... but after the 2 working days week I had, and this Monday being my birthday and all I've been running everywhere and just now got the time to sit down and type.

I had a great 25th birthday! I got lots of calls from far far away, my friends came over, and I got the coolest presents: a day at a spa!, gorgeous clothes, $, and a cool new handbag. But I wanted to post about a particular present that flew in all the way from London, UK, and when I opended it I actually squealed out loud!!

Judge for yourselves:

I can't wait until I get to London!!!!



*When I showed this postcard to my grandma she just looked at it and said that she "can't believe what things are coming to... a prince shouldn't dress like this... it looks like a picture of a movie star rather than the heir to the British throne". LOL

History in the making

Last week an Argentine ex-president passed away. I wasn't really planning to go to the ceremony that held place along the streets of Buenos Aires basicaly because I didn't feel a very strong connection with him, I mean, I know he was the first democratically elected President in a very long time, and that's a huge thing, but appart from that... I dunno, I'm not taking sides on something that happened when I was a one-year-old, besides the fact that I'm absolutely grateful I lived all my life in democracy.

That being said, I wound up unvoluntarily in the middle of the whole thing on my way to S's house and by fortune I had my camera with me! So you get a little glimpse of the throngs of people gathering up to see the Army escort go by. It was really thrilling to take part of it, even though I did it in my own way: seeing people's faces, reading the flags and banners and looking up at the poeple looking down on us from their valconies.

It was literaly like seeing history in the making, and I loved it.


All photos by me.

Ode to Ireland

I cannot believe this week is almost over! It flew by without me aknowledging it!! And even though the blues from last week sort of crept into this week, I'm going to give it the weekend to let them pass me by and let me be myself again.

In the meantime, all I can say is that I was really sad that I didn't get to celebrate St Patrick's Day this year. I know you might wonder why is it such a big deal to me, 'cause even I can admit that I haven't got a drop of Irish in my background (even though my cousins do). So, why is it such a big deal?? I would have to say it's a lot of things:

- I haven't felt so at home anywhere else on the planet that in the Emerald Island. I don't know what it it about it, but it kept bringing me back memories of my childhood in Patagonia, even though there are thousands of kilometers in between.

- It's the people. Irish families resemble so much our own, the feel of family care and homemade food. It's also the Catholisism: that even though it differs a lot from our Spanigh or Italian root, is so strong and devout.

- I don't really believe in past lives, but if for argument's sake I had to think of where I've been before, then I'm pretty sure that in the past my soul roamed the Irish moors and cliffs among the sheep and the fogg.

- And then of course, it's the Guinness you take with friends atop Gravity Bar in Dublin. That's why I feel free to say I'm Irish on St Patrick's Day! :)

All photos by me.

Pergamino weekend

I know I promised photos from my minitrip to Pergamino, but unfortunately it rained all weekend long. We pretty much stayed in, baked a lemon pie, watched a movie, chatted for hours, ate merengue out of the bowl, slept in, played board games and got all dressed up to go to a house party.

But I think Pergamino is a gorgeous city, and I just got to scape from the world's most boring meeting, so I'll give you these pics of the last time I was there during the winter. For some reason these happen to be my most visited photos on Panoramio (Google Earth's amazing photo aplication, it's photos you upload on the site and magically pop up on GE!).

Buenos Aires {Estación de trenes Retiro}

This is what happens when there's a lot of people standing in line at the train station and you have all this time while waiting to get the train ticket, and you realise that today you brought your camera with you.

All photos by me. Click on them to view larger.

Yellow chrysanthemum

I was not having a good day yesterday. I can't really put down in words and on the internets all that was going on in my head. But it just wasn't my greatest. After having had dinner with the girls, I realised I had enough money for a three blocks taxi ride, so I went for a bus instead.

Waiting and waiting and waiting.

It was enough to start going through my thoughts all over again. It was dark, past midnight and I was getting a bit stressed. After 51 MINUTES of being alone with my thoughts, a guy out of nowhere comes along with a bouquet of flowers. I started getting paranoid, wishing he'd go away as he stops two feet away from me. He turns around and hands me a yellow flower. I said "thank you" two or three times, and he didn't say a word, he just smiled and left. And there I was, standing by the sidewalk in the middle of the night, and I was speechless. I couldn't hold back the tears and at that moment all of my problems and worries got solved.

So this is a big THANK YOU to that guy who last night at 12.51 was walking around the city with a bouquet of flowers. Never underestimate the kindness of strangers.

On the way to work {Retiro}

Palermo horse race tracks (from the train)

Monumento a los Ingleses

Av. Leandro N. Alem

Torre de IBM

Consultatio & Sun buildings

Microsft building

This is the bit of the neighbourhood of Retiro I get to see every morning on my way to work. Most people detest working downtown, but I'm absolutely in awe: by the people, the antique and modern buildings, the gorgeous (?) Retiro Train Station, everyone rushing to get to work around 9am, disappearing into the massive glass buildings... What isn't there to love? I get to work on a simple version of La Defense, and I love it!


Este es un pedacito del barrio de Retiro que veo todas las mañanas en el camino al trabajo. La mayoría odia tener que trabajar en el centro, pero a mí me encanta: la gente, los edificios antiguos y modernos, el lindísimo (?) edificio de la Estación de Trenes Retiro, todos corriendo para llegar a la oficina a las 9 de la mañana, desapareciéndo en los gigantescos edificios de vidrio... Qué no hay que querer? Me toca trabajar en una versión más simple de La Defense, y me encanta!


Photo credits: Me.

Museo Larreta {Jardín andaluz}

I don't know why, but lately I can't read in bed at night anymore... I just fall asleep by the time I hit the third line, so I've got to get creative on beautiful afternoons where I would just read in bed, but I know I want to make the most of the sun and the great temperatures we've been having these past few days.

So yesterday I took off with my camera and a book to the Museo Enrique Larreta, the Museum of Spanish (from Spain) Art of the city of Buenos Aires. They have this amazing Andalucian style garden adjacent to the house that's just great to go to for a walk, take hundreds of pictures or just sit under the shade and read by the fountain. The jasmin, fruit trees, bushes and roses generate an ambience that is abosultely enticing. And the many trees all around the garden provide a great cool shade, even if the scorching heat is right outside the garden walls.

The museum in itself is not very large, but they have lovely literary expositions, and for the 1$peso entrance fee I highly recommend it!

No sé por qué, pero últimamente no puedo leer en la cama a la noche... para cuando llegué al tercer renglón ya me quedé dormida, así que tengo que ser un poco más creativa estas tardes lindísimas donde me gustaría quedarme en la cama leyendo, pero sé que en realidad está bueno aprovechar el sol y el clima genial que estamos teniendo estos últimos días.

Así que ayer me fui con mi cámara y un libro al Museo Enrique Larreta, el Museo de Arte Español de la Ciudad de Buenos Aires. Al lado de la casa hay un jardín andaluz increíble y que está buenísimo para ir a caminar, sacar cientas de fotos o sentarse en la sombra y leer un buen libro. El aroma a los jasmines, árboles frutales, arbustos y rosales es genial y los árboles que hay en el jardín generan un clima súper templado, por más que detrás de los muros del museo haga un calor infernal.

El museo en sí mismo no es muy grande, pero tiene unas exposiciones literarias muy buenas, y por la entrada que vale 1$ es super recomendable para darse una vuelta!


Photo credits: Me.