Missing Buenos Aires

I'm having a hard time re-adjusting to life at home. I miss Argentina so much it resembles homesickness. I think every night of the dancing and how much I want to return to once again experience the crowded milongas. How much I long for that certain embrace, the sense of complete bliss from a perfect dance.

I dream of the men and their tender kisses. Thinking about it today, I realized I had forgotten how wonderful it feels when someone kisses you like they want to give you something, not take it from you.

Every day I check my email, just in case kikki and Eduardo found something for me. And I'll continue to check every day until they do.