My 6th Anniversary Letter to Argentina – by Lauren White Astica

Dear Argentina, You have been my home for six years by this point, and I honestly cannot believe how the time has flown. When I think back on how much has changed in my life, in this country, and back “home” in the United States, it’s quite overwhelming. At…

Why do I let my child tattoo me?

Okay, that may sound a bit crazy, but let me explain. School holidays are long, and days with little ones at home – all day – are long. One day, when my son was two years old, he started drawing on my legs with felt-tip pens. At first I…

Hidden Treasures in the Nest!

A picaflor’s nest. Above is a photo of the original oil painting by the wonderful and very talented Fern Petrie. I wanted the nest to represent the journey as an image and to express the idea that we can make a home wherever we find ourselves. I wove in…

Krista-from Triumph by Lizzie Harwood

KRISTA – Lizzie Harwood Lulu and I are jetting over to India for a girlie break! I’ve had another spat with Harry, and Lulu was at a loose end with Antony away on work trips. Truth be told, it was more than a spat with Harry—he kicked me out….

The Magic of Sunsets

Kate Williams (Rio Negro, Neuquen) This post is organic, so please feel free to send me a photo and some words if you would like to join in. I’m happy to add them… The Magic of Sunsets. There have been some difficult to understand events going on in the…

Finding Home – Louise Carr de Olmedo

No matter how long I live in Argentina I’m sure people will ask, “Do you miss home?” And I will always answer, or consider that my reply should be, “Where is home, exactly?” I haven’t lived in England for over five years. But does that mean I have a…

With Love, The Argentina Family – Mirta Trupp

On special occasions, holidays or birthdays, Mami would make sure that we had a bouquet of flowers or a cake decorated with the words, “With Love, The Argentina Family.” This was one way Mami included the beloved family members into our daily lives. Later, when it was time to…

Home – Tarun Puchakayala

Home The road made me miss you, the long journey made me miss you, the walk down the aisle made me miss you…!Every dusk reminds me of you, every dawn reminds me of you…!The door which i always closed, warned me not leave it that way, and not let…

Book Presentation!

A combination of perseverance and incredible good luck gave me the opportunity to present Picaflor in a truly beautiful Salón on the 23rd of September. I’m massively thankful to the New Zealand Embassy and the Cámara de Diputados de la Nacion for the chance to launch Picaflor in style….

Touch

Touch me. I know what you are thinking now. Why is it that touch has become so sexualized in meaning? Why is it that in most western cultures we are so weary of even platonic, caring touch, and this is especially true outside of close family? Recent studies suggest…