The air in Buenos Aires is like inhaling leek soup and where are the Men with Axes who can trip up and down a vertical glaciar pinnacle on two spikes smoother than a milonguero slips a new turista into his embrace.
I don't think I can live any more surrounded by men in plastic hairbands and bagged shorts who think shopping at Nike is exercise. Men should be outside reading ice caves for collapse not reading texts and downloading ringtones.
And when it comes to dealing with emotional unavailability and heartbreak - I recommend a week or two in Patagonia in the company of men with axes while stretching body to its upper limits. The Mountain God pictured above asked me why do women always complain about Atorrantes (hmmm, let's say bullshitters but divertido) yet those are the men they always chase after. He also said that the women they like are also a little atorrante - free, funny, full of life. Ladies we need to relax.
Did they use large axes or small axes ;)
Posted by: joli | March 26, 2009 at 06:38 PM
Gifts from Above (and not a wheel in sight ):
Posted by: Suzy | March 24, 2009 at 11:39 AM
Men with axes are good.
Posted by: joli | March 23, 2009 at 10:57 PM