last days in BA

i gotta say i loved this city but couldnt stand much more of the weather, humans really shouldnt be subjected to such extreme heat sin piscina...in my opinion anyway..
our hostel was in the central part, which was lovely and very european in feel plus lots of italian influence lending itself to the architecture and producing amazing pizza like i never had before..
it was all white and glass and glisten like shells on a beach, buildings stacked high and bright under a white hot sun...
and then just wandering around encountering less central parts with that lovely architecture crumbling in the heat, which more than anything reminded me of nawlins, that hot wet humid slow talkin slow movin thing that happens outside of el centro, plus the profusion of plants and graceful balconies, lotta music there too, and of course the tango..natl dance, also very hot..

so the last full day danny and mom and gemela mala and i went to plaza de maya to see the mothers.
this was so powerfull for me having heard so much in classrooms and books to lay my eyes on these aging women still carrying signs and buttons portraying portraits of lost children and family and friends, and they werent alone either, there was a rowdy group of students there in support of them, marching and laughing and jumping, waving banners and flags as they all circled the plaza...then there was the camera crowd como yo then people selling food and beaded trinkets on the outskirts...

it was beautiful though. a really bright hot day and all those flags flapping in the wind and all these high spirited young people and those dauntless old women, lined faces and self effacing gestures no obstante proving by their very presence the revolutionary and truly radical power of love, of motherhood, of womanhood...

remember what cherry moraga said in loving in the war years, loving each other is the most radical thing we can do..

then we went for dinner with danny and mom, then out for drinks with danny...in the morning i woke to dannyboy peering over the railing whispering hey dont forget me...we love us some danny, so he and mom said goodbye and headed home (switzerland)while chick and i finished packing, kissed goodbye my fave of the housekeeping staff, had a huge tenador libre meal where we wanted to ask our cute little waiter if we could take a pic with him but finally didnt...picked up my brazilain visa and headed our asses out on a bus to iguazu...