Buenos Aires to San Francisco

March 31, 2010. On this day I am saying adios to Buenos Aires—for a while—and returning home to San Francisco. It’s been nearly a four-year Odyssey, completely unplanned. I’m looking forward to hitting Home Shores. As with any hero’s journey, the linear time is irrelevant. It may as well have been a century, a millennium, an epoch, or a hundred-thousand-million kalpas. The “unplanned” part has so much to do with the forging of my new outlooks and insights. Therefore, bear with me, as I’ve become extremely un-task-oriented and very much moved by the moment(um).

I know I am going to be doing more writing workshops, in the San Francisco Bay Area, and In Buenos Aires, and in a little town outside of Buenos Aires—all to be announced as I align my webular thinking with calendars and linear time again. Keep checking here for future dates.

Hold on while I shed a few tears here.

Back to ya . . . Leaving Buenos Aires is very difficult. You come to love the chaos more than you expected. No need to tell you of the easy-to-love stuff of tango, milongas, the kissing, hugging, the good-food-when-you-finally-find-it, the international set of friends who won’t let me leave without promising to be back here someday. I promise.

I have my sights set on November . . .

Meanwhile, I hope you read my book, Tango, an Argentine Love Story—whether you get it from a friend, or buy it in a bookstore, at Amazon or other online stores, or even on Kindle. What I love about that book, my favorite of all the ones I’ve written or worked on, is that I got to write of all the things I love—food, travel, my Zen practice, yoga, my father, my mother, my nine brothers and sisters, Sicily, France, Buenos Aires, and tango, tango, tango. And a lot of other little subjects like love (the many types), life itself—and even death (of my father).

More on my writing/editing services, and workshops.

Hasta la vista!

Camille