//GONE TANNING//fallen for buenos aires

Somehow I ended up here. As Maria puts it so well: “You fell out of the airplane with all your freakyness.” Obviously she’s right (even though she doesn’t know I am clumsy enough to fall out of ANYthing). I just fell and took my whole Me along. The pool feels like a holiday in a foreign country. But I also have written, worked and worked out already, plus I have found some places to follow these everyday duties. And I know: As soon as I get to this point, I’m getting used to a place and it doesn’t fell foreign anymore. Jesus, I’m such a chameleon.