Missing him...

You'd think that as time passes, it would get easier and easier to live far away from your family. Not the case. For the first time, 10 years after moving to the U.S., I cried at the airport in Buenos Aires before heading back to DC. My sister's baby boy, Joaquin, is just 2 years old, and I can't be there to watch him play, to take care of him while his parents are away, to celebrate Christmas, to help him do his homework, to read to him, to take him to the movies, to buy him junk food... (picture: with my 3 sisters, 2 nieces, and my nephew on my lap)

But, thanks to the All Mighty Internet, web cameras, video-enabled digital cameras and other technology gadgets, I can still "see" him and remind him of who I am so he doesn't forget his tia "Lucida" (that's what he called me, too cute). My two favorite men in the world: my dad and my nephew, in the picture.

I'll be back there to visit him soon...

Oh, yeah, I saw my family and friends too, they're all doing great and I had a fabulous time in Mi Buenos Aires Querido!