Colonial life

My friend David is off to Argentina to begin his life as a diplomat. We had drinks on Friday – was amazing to hear him describe the places and people he’s going to be living and working in/with. He tells me that on a clear day, he can see Uruguay from his apartment.

The whole concept of picking up and relocating my life, however, is not one I find palatable and am happy to leave David to it. It’s sad to see him go, and great chat and Harrison Ford impressions will have to wait until he works out Skype, but at least I’ll have somewhere to stay when I’m in Buenos Aires.

I may need to take up golf, first, of course. I understand its an essential component of the expat existence over there.