As you may have read a few posts ago, a friend from Argentina is visiting me! it is so awesome that she had the chance to come over! I really enjoy playing tourist and even though I’m already exhausted and in need of a foot massage, it is kinda magical to be able to see my new home through someone else’s eyes. Many things I considered normal and was already used to, are beautiful for her… and that makes me remember how I felt the first time I saw them. Does that make any sense?