The Pleasures of Coming Home: Black Mint and Lemon Thyme, a Wedding Invitation, a Luxurious Afternoon Bath
Eventually there comes a moment when a voice says, "Enough traveling!" and the heart turns towards home. But I would love to have brought this Buenos Aires patio with me.
Just back from Argentina.
It’s true: I’m never happier than when traveling—but eventually there comes a day when a voice inside says “Enough!” and my heart turns toward home.
This time it happened while staying at a chic townhouse hotel that was home, for a short while, in Buenos Aires. Just seven bedrooms, a relaxing patio with pretty blooms, a large and comfortable living room with art books to contemplate, Malbec to drink, and a fabulous playlist. A tiny plunge pool, if you could bear the chilly water.
Oh, there was more to love.
Like Ceci to bring you café con leche each morning and a luscious dulce de leche cake with a whooshing sparkler candle on your birthday. Champagne and kisses all around. And Joaquina to whisper the names of the ideal milonga for tango watching and a bright new shop for antique textiles.
A hotel so private that for five days, we were the only guests. Really!