It was almost a year ago now, when I first landed at EZE airport. I am now back in San Diego with Chico and still dreaming about the past year. How did it go by so quickly? I think we both realize how wonderful our lives were there. We came back to the United States and stuffed ourselves with cheddar and then missed lomo. We said gracias when we were handed our bags at the grocery store. We went to familiar places and saw familiar faces. And then... a few months later... we started to talk out loud to each other about what-if's.
What if we went back?