It’s hit me. Our time in Buenos Aires is drawing to a close and now we must say goodbye to the life we’ve built here over the last five weeks.

In a short time we have made little routines and found favorite spots.

This is my kind of adventure:  Yellow bananas on the counter, a pot of coffee brewing, clothes unpacked and folded in drawers.

Outside, after we’ve slept in good and late, there are museums to discover, restaurants to sample, markets to stroll through.  Seems I am most satisfied having adventures from a home base.

As my friend Kate put it, “It’s enough stimulation and challenge to try to make a nest in an unfamiliar tree.”

When we leave our Buenos Aires nest we will miss the sweet couple who owns the lavandaria two doors down, the vegetable and fruit man who offers samples of mandarinas with a twinkle in his eye, the pleasant amble to the Scalabrini Ortiz Subte stop, the lady at the fresh pasta shop who is charmed by the kids’ Spanish, a bedtime snack of sliced apples dipped in dulce de leche, sweet medialunas from the bakery across the street.

Amazing sights await us.  And I know we will find other places to love.  But I don’t think we’ll be in another single place long enough to feel this sense of belonging.

BsAs has thrilled us with its green spaces and flowering trees, elegant architecture, walkable neighborhoods, and excellent food.

What great place to spread out the school books, cook dinner and relish the beauty of routine.