One side-effect of the trip to Buenos Aires was that it rekindled many memories--which really was the purpose of the trip, i.e. visiting the English High School and catching up, or trying to catch up with old friends, some going back to my school years. Predictably, there was the nostalgia of La Biela and then the steak luncheons and/or dinners at the Munich. Andrea Hirsch was almost as helpful as Narcissa, her mother and my dear friend. The city has an enormous charm, even though I really loved Montevideo this time, not only for past associations but thanks to Jorge Batlle's unstinting hospitality. The trip was spiced of course by the encounter with the Basle chamber music group with its adorable Argentine cello soloist. But it was a gangly Swiss girl from the cello section who won the affection of both Jorge and me. Her name is in the computer. We coincided on both trips, BA to Montevideo and the return 48 hours later.
But while I would be off to New York the following day, they were first going to Sao Paulo before returning to Europe.
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