How about amazing weather.
Part of my decision to visit home was related to the weather. It was the middle of Winter in Buenos Aires, and it was Summer in Ohio. I knew I was heading back to cooler temperatures in Buenos Aires, but I was pleasantly surprised.
El Día de la Primavera
Spring in Buenos Aires is wonderful. And they have an unofficial holiday to celebrate it. I have been told that Spring Day is usually quite crappy. It drizzles. It is cold.
This must be my lucky Spring.
It was beautiful.
The temperature was in the 70s (Fahrenheit of course, I have yet to adopt Centigrade).
The sun was shining.
I’ve been here in Summer, and it is scorching. I’ve been here in Winter and it is cold and rainy. If you can visit Buenos Aires on one of those late deals, I highly recommend the Spring. All week I saw store and restaurant windows decorated festively to wish me a happy Spring Day.
On Spring Day, nobody goes to school (even though it is NOT an official holiday). The parks are filled with groups of people doing one of the following: