Besides giving my limbs the long-awaited opportunity to stretch,the run was a good chance for me to clear my head and think about whatneeded to be accomplished in the hours remaining before
flight154 to Miami. Three laps around the lake in the
left mefeeling invigorated and ready to enjoy this New Year’s Eve to the fullest. When I returned home at 11:00, I was sorry to see that Dolores hadstill not ventured out of her bedroom. Sleeping in was not an activity that Dodo was particularly fond of. However, considering the inevitableemotional impact of the holidays, I imagined that the
probably wanted to be alone. Alone with memories of her husband of forty-sevenyears who was taken from her only sixteen short months ago. After hislosing bout with cancer, Dolores could have easily chosen to spend therest of her days holed up inside her apartment surrounded by photos of her loving Eduardo, an attorney, writer and former associate of Perón.But to her credit, she never even considered locking the door, pulling the
or feeling sorry for herself. Instead, she viewed Eduardo’s passingas the chance to start an exciting new chapter in her life. A chapter that would require as much human contact and immersion in new experiencesas possible. Phoning the director of
Estudio Buenos Aires
, a reputablelanguage school that hosted foreign students, had been one of thoseimportant first steps. She explained to the program director:
I have anextra guest room and would like to host students every semester going forward.Now that my daughter has moved away, I miss being around young people
.The next step was enrolling in beginning English classes three times a week.
I want to take a trip to the United States for my next birthday, but I need to learn the language first!
An annual membership at a local healthclub was next.
My neck has been hurting, and I want to feel my best
. Onoccasion, the five-foot widow even kicked around the idea of plasticsurgery.
Why should I have lines around my eyes when I am still so young!
I had to agree. She confronted life head on with all of the energy of an
participant, yet without any of the brooding or piercings. Today,however, was not one of those days, and I had to be understanding.The phone rang shortly after noon, and I was pleased to hear thevoice of my good friend, Francisco who invited me to come spend theday with his friends at a
on the outskirts of town. It was a gorgeousfinal day of the year and spending it outdoors was the only sensible thingto do. Francisco was going to pick me up in an hour, which would give