Nevada hístorica

Today in Buenos Aires it snowed. It was pretty cold in the morning, and eventually, early in the afternoon, as the snow started falling the people´s jaws started dropping. Apparently, as I heard on the radio in the bus, it hadn´t snowed here since 1928. Throughout the day, people were outside taking pictures, touching the snow, calling people to tell them about it, and sometimes just staring in awe.

I went bowling at Auchan this evening with the youth from Bernal (in Quilmes), and we had a lot of fun. We bowled two games each, ate some pizza, and had a Spanish bowling vocabulary lesson. Afterwards, as we were leaving, we saw that it was snowing pretty hard. It wasn´t sticking, but there was some on top of a few cars and some overhangs outside. So, I started a snowball fight. The Bernal people really enjoyed it. Really.
It was fun to watch in that they were a lot like little kids in the States: eating it, making tiny snowmen out of it, being surprised when it hurt their hands, etc.

Snow is always special (for me, at least), but it feels a bit more special at the moment.