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  • I’ve been to the South of France and to some of the best beaches in New York. I have summered in Rio de Janeiro, Buenos Aires and many beaches in the South Atlantic. I have been to Guadeloupe, Martinique, Aruba, Puerto Rico, the Dominican Republic, Anguilla, St Maarten, Bahamas, Curacao, and Barbados. Snorkeled in Bermuda, Grenada and St Thomas, to name a few. I visited Cancún when there were only three hotels there.

    I spent a summer in Sardinia, others in Venice and Florence. I lived in two different waterfront homes in Long Island, NY, waking up to beautiful sunrises and cooking to late summer sunsets.

    I experienced the Patagonian Summer, went as far as Cape Horn, and put my feet in the icy waters of the Southern Glaciers.

    The geysers in Yellowstone National Park welcomed me to the Northern Hemisphere summer last year.

    I often celebrate the Summer Solstice twice in one year.

    But by far the best summers of my life were spent in the little patio of our small home in Flores, Buenos Aires, Argentina, where my mother would cover up the drain, allow the water rise a few centimeters, and let us run around -- even if I myself liked neither bathing suits nor my brother’s splashes.

    Verano porteño

    He pasado veranos en el sur de Francia, y en algunas de las mejores playas de New York.

    Visité Rio de Janeiro, Buenos Aires, y muchas playas del Atlántico Sur.

    Estuve en Guadalupe, Martinique, Aruba, Puerto Rico, la República Dominicana, Anguila, St. Marten, las Bahamas, Curacao y Barbados. Bucée en Bermuda, Granada y St. Thomas, entre otras islas. Hasta estuve en Cancún cuando sólo existían tres hoteles.

    Pasé un verano en Cerdeña, otros en Venecia o Florencia. Viví en dos casas sobre el mar en Long Island, despertándome con el sol naciente, y cocinando a la luz del sol poniéndose entre las estrellas que nacían.

    Viví el verano de la Patagonia, llegando hasta el Cabo de Hornos, y mojé mis pies en las aguas heladas del los glaciares del Sur.

    El año pasado, los geysers del Parque Nacional de Yellowstone me dieron la bienvenida al verano del hemisferio Norte.

    Suelo celebrar el solsticio de verano dos veces al año.

    Pero sin duda los mejores veranos de mi vida, los pasé en le patiecito de mi casa en Flores, Buenos Aires, Argentina, donde mi mamá tapaba la rejilla del patio, y dejaba subir el agua unos centímetros.

    Así nos dejaba divertirnos -- mismo si a mí personalmente no me gustaban ni las mallas ni los salpicones de mi hermano.
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