Nothing should ever be allowed to be called "mundane", I have decided. Never let wherever you are, however long you have been there, permit you to ignore life's chiefest joys as they peer out from around street corners, or from behind the chocolate bar you purchase at the kiosco, or from behind the waving hand of a familiar local--whom you now call friend--as you head towards another friend's apartment. Notice the tourists throughout the day in the central downtown area, and appreciate along with them the novelty of the subte and of Plaza San Martin. Never let the bagpiper of the Plaza escape your ears' notice as you pass. Savor the first time in a long time you get to ride your favorite subte line--the one with the sublime warm wood smell. Never forget the fact that you have ice cream in the freezer left over from last night. The newness of the project at work. The fact that you know, and no longer fear, public transport at night. The knowledge of where is best to go for certain groceries. The giving of directions to someone, and moreover in Spanish. Having locals tell you they assumed you were just from another region of Argentina until you told them you're 100% US made. Your know roller skates.
Life is absolutely a treasure. And if you don't take care to choose to notice how God fills each day with joys, it almost imperceptibly zips away into history. Much like the "dientes de leon" seeds that fly through the Spring breeze in Buenos Aires--those that don't get caught in your braid and become a Spring pixie-like accessory, that is.
Content. :)
So beautiful...practicing gratitude. Good place to do it!
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