My Life in Argentina and Beyond

Thursday, October 19, 2006: 16.4 C. at 5 A.M. Another beautiful afternoon later! Rubio and I just came home (if he can call this apt. home) from Arenales 1775—Marta´s house. He dragged me all the way there, smelling his way. When he finally got there, Rubio smelled the garage door, the side door, the front door, their car, the car’s front tires, not once, but at least 3 times. He went to the front door as if expecting to be let in. Then he looked a little disoriented, like he has looked for the past couple of days, when he smelled the air out on Maipu as if wanting it to guide him somewhere. Clearly his problem is not so much physical as it is psychological. He would rather be with them—that’s why he went home to Momma Marta through the dark streets, pulling me so hard.