Arrival at Buenos Aires

Freshly cut yellow roses greet me as I go into my usual room in the ever so elegant Alvear Palace Hotel. Ironically this piece of Europe in South America is familiar to me. This hotel is practically a second house. My father's long-time lover resides here in Buenos Aires, so it wasn't strange whenever Rink and I had a sudden plane towards this city to see my father. Then again, he came more than I did and that's why he got involved with her once or twice. Frankly, I never wanted to know. I despise her enough as it is.

Though now, it feels... empty. Coming here alone has it's perks I remind myself. I am at peace and I can be in the cold (currently 4°C) that I so adore. But it's not the same.

Maybe it's the idiotic wedding mindset that's started to hit me. Suddenly I find myself craving company when I so normally disdained it. Everything here is so clean, so pristine and so beautiful to look at. Having no one to share it with suddenly bothers me.

Then I thought... why didn't I think of getting married here? Decadent. Gorgeous. It would be practical, just like it would be breathtaking. But no, Switzerland is going. ESPECIALLY AFTER ALL I'VE GONE THROUGH WITH KATRINA! >>

I would've liked to bring Steven here. Tomorrow is the "Dia del Nino" or Child's Day. He would've enjoyed it, because of all the pretty colors everywhere and bright balloons. Alas, I will go to the brunch in his honor and get cavities with the caramel-coated apples.

My sugar high is going down now. The exhaustion from the trip is starting to sink in. I better get in contact with Caterina, I haven't heard from her. I miss Nathan too... and this is the ridiculous part of the day in which I wonder what is it that he's doing. Or what is he thinking. Or if he's thinking about me...

AH! Bloody need for HUMAN CONTACT! ><

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Update: So much for peace and quiet. Father arranged a meeting for me over a tango show with some Argentine associates. De-li-cious... >> I hate it that he tracks me down like a bloody puppy! Can you believe he even sent out Dario; our Argentine bodyguard since Rink and I were little children?! He's 'concerned' about my health which translates into 'is she working?'... ugh.