Rosario

Okay this isn´t in order my last post was written a couple of days ago and this one a week and a half. I was just lazy.

Only my second day in Rosario and already I love this city. It´s more relaxed and more friendly than Buenos Aires. Walking around and exploring yesterday and today has been a true pleasure. The city has many small and well used parks and another huge and beautiful one that follows the very wide river all the way around. I haven´t gone all the way but it looks like you could follow it for ages. As well as another romantic park with rose gardens and a damn full of couples on kick-paddle boats that have surely got hundreds of Rosarino´s laid on their first date. Its a university town regarded as having the most beautiful women in all of Argentina. Yesterday on the way back from my walk I got so overwhelmed by the attractiveness of the female inhabitants that I had to sit down. Anyone who argues against racial mixing needs to come to Argentina. There are big flat cement squares covered with skateboarders and bmx riders. It´s surely and extreme sport capital. The river at the city´s edge is very broad. There are unpopulated islands on the other side. They stay unpopulated due to frequent flooding so the mosquito´s breed in the marshland uninterrupted. It shows too, I am smothered in repellent but they still land on my clothes. One, two, three on me and evidently quite confused that this skin yeilds no sustenance and even more flying around.
If a small and relaxed river city didn´t already remind me of home then the Jacaranda´s do. I have even been shocked to find a few Bunya pines around. And right now where I sit I can see several eucalypts and a tree that was in my back garden at home. The one the bee´s swarmed in.

Unfortunatly I have not many many people in this town I really get along with. Met a few lovely local lads which I really hope I can see again, and they people here do seem really nice. Just alot of the travellers coming through don´t strike me as so wonderful. Nonetheless I would consider Living here for years if only I could have five lifetimes.

A Morningin Rosario

Sitting on the balcony my notebook is shaded by me arm, my face by the door way I am set back from the sun in. My legs sizzle in the heat and my skin glories in the sensation as they balance on the bricks covered by peeling cement that make up the balustrades marking the balcony´s short perimeter. The pale blue sky (celeste in spanish) contrasts with the faded white and grey cement buildings in the foreground. Rust coloured brick aparts on my right. The sixth floor balcony is a riot with green plants and shades the white paint below. A wisp of cloud breaks into more and thinner sheets above me and is sure to disappear completely before it floats out of eye-shot. All around the differing decorative balustrades add texture above the bustling streets. The busy lives of florists and pedestrians mimicked by the pigeons flying between building above. The furthest building I can see is white against blue that grows paler closer to the horizon. On the left of this furthest building I can see the sky through the cage of someones balcony and through the building itself through a hole cut in its flesh. The sky is no nearer or further but it plays a funny trick with perspective.