Hi ,

  

I've been spending some time in Austin, Texas with my sister's family.  One of the first stories my sister told me when I arrived was about my nephew, Felix, picking all of the infant figs off of the tree, effectively killing her harvest.

I have always loved the seasons; adored seeing how the cold of winter nourishes the spring, how spring succumbs to summer, how springtime flowers turn into fall harvests, and then having it all come full circle again. My sister's story about Felix's exploits reminded me of harvest time in Europe: the magnificent vineyards and bountiful harvests of stone fruits.  However, it also reminded me of how long, gray fall days can sometimes get me down and make me dream of flowers and those vibrant green shoots emerging in the spring.

I'm a lover of travel in all its forms, so I hope you'll indulge me in how my mind then carried me to Buenos Aires. During our fall in North America, South America is experiencing its spring. Buenos Aires is a city of magnificent roses (in the Rosedal garden), flowering trees, vast greenery, and scented springtime air. As spring stretches her flowered limbs, the nights start turning just a bit warmer, the sidewalk cafés open back up, and the street artists and musicians perform a bit more joyfully!

I've told you before of my incredible trip to Buenos Aires when we were setting up the Untour there. I could remind you of the tango music in the streets, the world-class museums, the sumptuous food, that odd mix of familiarity and exoticism, or the strength of the dollar in South America...but instead I'll let you imagine how you might be feeling this fall. If you heart feels like it might call out for something more colorful, for a respite from the falling leaves or overcast skies, then come to Buenos Aires. The city won't let you down.

Here's to dreaming of fall travels,

 

Lotta Rao
Eurozine Editor