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I am sitting on the colectivo (bus) last night enroute to an art exhibit in Belgrano. I met a woman about a month ago from Belgium now living here. Her opening last night was at Braque Galeria de Arte on Cabildo and Monroe (pronounce Moan-Row-Ay). I am not familiar with Belgrano and turn to the man sitting next to me to ask.... "How far to Moan-Row-Ay? He looks at me and says "Speaka English...." And the conversation begins....

He is a pilot for Aerolineas Argentina and has been flying for them for some thirty years...flies to the States and all over the world. He loves Buenos Aires but prefers Paris... is married, has four children, the first by his first wife, and the other three by his current wife. One of his daughters who is 23 teaches skiing in Utah during our winter, their summer, and is studying Economics in Buenos Aires. The middle daughter is into design and will be in New York shortly for a fair. The son(by the first wife) is into music. I don't know what the daughter does. Oh, he says, "and what do you do?"

Then we are really off and running...."My psychotherapist is in Barcelona. You know I thought I would have to stop flying this year. I will turn 60. But there is a new law that I can work until 65. I had to take a Cognitive test. You know there are many things to consider as you get older. Would you like to celebrate St. Pat's Day with my wife and I? I can show you the results of my test....." I love it here. Everyone's craziness is just out there in full view with an open invitation for examination. So I may be drinking green beer tommorow and discussing Cognitive function while mine is diminishing with the beer!!!