In the seven days we spent in Buenos Aires, Colette began calling it our honeymoon. Never having been on a honeymoon myself, I could only hope that what we felt mirrored the bliss others experienced. On our last morning, we sat in the sunshine at Croque Madame, which had a lovely outdoor patio under a canopy of trees. We toasted to skipping the marriage part and embarking on many honeymoons ahead instead.
After coffee, we walked to the nearby park where Colette insisted we practice some of the new steps we'd learned. With birds chirping around us, we worked on my developing enrosques.
We spent the afternoon exploring Recoleta with its grand mansions and elegant cemetery, wandering among the elaborate tombs. We both agreed that this would not be our chosen way to be rested.
As the weather warmed up, I had a hankering for ice cream. It happens once in a blue moon that I need a little something sweet, and something about eating ice cream while strolling in the sunshine on holiday feels different. True to the consistently high quality of food we'd experienced, the ice cream shop did not disappoint. I asked if Colette wanted her own, but she instantly said, "No, no, not for me." So I opted for the 'piccolo' size, the smallest one they had, knowing I only wanted a little taste myself.
We continued our walk through the park, Colette's arm around my waist as I savored the rich, natural taste of the chocolate ice cream. Pausing, I offered Colette a taste. "You always share everything with me," she remarked before taking a delicate taste. "Mmmm, that is good," she exclaimed. "I know," I replied. As we walked, her other arm stretched out, bringing the cone closer for another, less delicate taste. Laughing, I remarked, "You know, there's a fee..." She smiled, moving the cone just far enough to allow me to dive in for a kiss, her lips sweet with chocolate.
Though not one for tacky souvenirs, I wanted something to remember our trip by. What could be more appropriate than a pair of tango shoes from the Comme il Faut boutique?