Talkin' Shit About A Pretty Sunset

All six of us are settled into our daily routines. This usually consists of waking up at around 11:30 AM, going to some outdoor cafe and drinking espresso and eating sandwiches (with the crusts cut off) in 70 to 82 degree weather. I found out the reason that they call this city "Good Airs" (Buenos Aires). There is *always* a breeze blowing through the high rises and low buildings, swishing the leaves of the trees against concrete. It's the most pleasant weather I've ever lived in.

After our brunch, we stroll through the city smoking Lucky Strikes and stopping into little stores or visiting the regular tourist spots. A few days ago, we went to the cemetary where Eva Peron is buried. Then we head home for a two hour siesta before we begin our evening. It hasn't been too hard to organize our group, considering that there are just six of us. Four are staying at one apartment while the other two are about five blocks east.

We've been having a cocktail hour at around 6:30 or 7:00 PM, in which we sip sparkling wine or cosmos with fruit juice instead of cranberry to wash down empanadas. Each night we've tried to make reservations at the best restaurants in the city at around 10:00 or 11:00. We arrive at dinner and eat for about three hours and pay usually between $20 and $35 each.

Then we head out to some dark-wood bar and lounge around 'til 3:00 AM, then go to bed, wake up and start the whole process over again. How could this not be everyone's version of heaven?