It’s the small things

Small Things

It’s the small things

The biggest challenge in travel is often not the getting up and going—it’s the standing still. There’s a special inertia that accompanies the making of plans, arranging bookings, scheming great escapes. It’s all too easy to carry this momentum forward and keep running after you touch down. Sometimes that’s a good thing, but sometimes it can steal the moment you didn’t know was waiting to greet you. Call me an old lady, but one of my favorite ways to fight the temptation to go-go-go is to stroll in a botanic garden. You never know what you’re going to see (ok, you will probably see lots of green stuff and a few cool fountains). I love to spend way too long peeking inside flowers and marveling at what amazing little sculptures they are. No, paintings. No! Both! Consider the lilies: they just sit there soaking in beautiful sunlight and sharing secrets with tiny winged critters, and yet no king has ever been clothed like one of them. Maybe it’s ok to do the same once in a while.

Buenos Aires, Argentina