It is Sunday and still early, but outside it is already buzzing. Next to our tent the flamingos are splashing around in the pond, in the tree above us dozens of birds are chirping and in the garden we hear Jorge humming gently while he sweeps the driveway. Outside the walled garden cars drive up and down the street, neighbours greet each other and music sounds from the house next door. Life in Azul has already begun early on this Sunday morning, even though a local party in town went on very long last night. The daily rhythm of the Argentines is quite different from ours. Lees meer (Read more)