I spent a wonderful awesome fun weekend in a small city in the center of Argentina.
With lots of friends who I haven't seen for a long time, a pair of them lives in Israel, others not in BsAs, so we don't see each other frequently.
Everything was perfect except of one thing: the city itself.
It's the city where I went with "him" for the first time.
Such a throwback.
Wherever I went, everything reminded me about him.
Here we ate ice-cream, here we had some rest, here we took a picture while I was grabbing his balls...
If I knew it will be so painful, I wouldn't go there.
It's hard to smile when you feel like crying.