I am woefully behind on narrating our Buenos Aires life, so I will catch up in no particular chronological order.Yesterday, we had a lazy day of hanging out, going to violin and viola lessons, and reading. But at the end of the day we finally got out and went to the park for the neighborhood festival. Everyone time I go to Parque de Tres de Febrero I feel happier. It has such a good feeling, filled with people playing soccer in some corner, tons of people picnicking, rollerblading, biking, running, drinking mate (everywhere!).
The one section of the park that is kept up impeccably (in part by the use of guards who whistle at you if you step on the grass) is the Rosedal. It is, as I have described before a formal set of rose gardens. It was quiet lovely when we arrived in August, but, of course, the roses were not in bloom. But yesterday may have been the peak. It is a truly glorious rose garden, which runs along the lake, where we have taken paddle boats. Add to this lovely scene some roasted peanuts and cotton candy, and we were happy as can be.
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