This photo is screaming for an explanation. Its the rather large (12 feet maybe) piece of “arte” that greets you when you arrive into Junin from the east. Its basically two large, painted wooden statues glued on top of a cement pad that has been painted blue (a long time ago). So Georgie is standing next to the pescador/fisherman. The other piece is this. A large fish head that is not convincingly emerging from the cement water.You can see he has been hooked from the line coming out of his mouth. Its so big, literal and brightly painted with tempuras!?! GM is always threatening felony mischeif and defacement by cutting the head off the fisherman and swapping it with the fish’s.
Our final days were rather nice. We had gorgeous weather, we had the Rural where Georgie and Mila clocked around 20 hours of attendance. The kids camped and fished with their dad and I was in a purging and organizing mood so packing up wasn’t a chore. And we had a final asado.
The bus ride was non eventful and we were greeted by Jenny and her baby Francisco. Owen and GM had made the 1000 mile drive in one day so they and dogs had already re-entered. Cant say I am thrilled to be back, but it is where the family is, right?
All in all it was an excellent summer.