Back at Buenos Aires
Returning once more to civilization. Mind you, I enjoy the mountains and the wilderness more than you would believe. It's a long story about my childhood and I am not into it right now. I am merely happy to be here. I have a better room this time; I can look out into the city's landscape.
In a matter of days I will be back to a horrible reality. I don't want to. I am getting so tired of doing this constant tug-n-pull with Father. It's emotionally exhausting and my fuses are dead. However, I am going to extend my trip for a few days to both rest and do a few more business ventures.
Martin, my cousin, heard that I was in town and picked me up at the airport. His company has been a welcomed change of pace. I can act like a hermit sometimes. He invited me out to dinner. That was short-lived considering it was a MEAT RESTAURANT with the carcass of the poor cow on display. My blood sugar dropped and I almost fainted. I really can't see anything so gruesome and barbaric. He finally got the clue after I nearly seized and took me to a rare sight here, a vegetarian restaurant. Later he confessed that even if he's always known I am a vegetarian, he loves seeing how I act when I see 'dead cows'. >>
As you can see he can be a bit of an arse in that sense like most boys. He thinks I can be ridiculous in my ways and superstitions, along with the rest of my family. Alas he is the most understanding of them and also the most free spirited. Or well... as free spirited as the Reinards can be. He's in Buenos Aires finishing an MBA before taking over his father's business in Wales. Sounds familiar, no? I guess this is an age-old tradition in any family. Along with infidelity.
He insists that I need to liven myself up. He's throwing a party for me later tonight so I can mix it up with the Argentine scene. I am honestly excited. I feel it's been eons since I last went to a decent party (office parties DO NOT count).
I still haven't asked Rink if he would walk me down the aisle. I don't understand why I am so afraid he'll say no.
In a matter of days I will be back to a horrible reality. I don't want to. I am getting so tired of doing this constant tug-n-pull with Father. It's emotionally exhausting and my fuses are dead. However, I am going to extend my trip for a few days to both rest and do a few more business ventures.
Martin, my cousin, heard that I was in town and picked me up at the airport. His company has been a welcomed change of pace. I can act like a hermit sometimes. He invited me out to dinner. That was short-lived considering it was a MEAT RESTAURANT with the carcass of the poor cow on display. My blood sugar dropped and I almost fainted. I really can't see anything so gruesome and barbaric. He finally got the clue after I nearly seized and took me to a rare sight here, a vegetarian restaurant. Later he confessed that even if he's always known I am a vegetarian, he loves seeing how I act when I see 'dead cows'. >>As you can see he can be a bit of an arse in that sense like most boys. He thinks I can be ridiculous in my ways and superstitions, along with the rest of my family. Alas he is the most understanding of them and also the most free spirited. Or well... as free spirited as the Reinards can be. He's in Buenos Aires finishing an MBA before taking over his father's business in Wales. Sounds familiar, no? I guess this is an age-old tradition in any family. Along with infidelity.
He insists that I need to liven myself up. He's throwing a party for me later tonight so I can mix it up with the Argentine scene. I am honestly excited. I feel it's been eons since I last went to a decent party (office parties DO NOT count).
I still haven't asked Rink if he would walk me down the aisle. I don't understand why I am so afraid he'll say no.
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