June 1, 2012
Dear Family and Friends,
My high school classmate, Barbara Nadler, publishes a bi-monthly eNewsletter that contains our classmates’ special announcements and recent activities.
Barbara was aware of my travels in South America, so in a recent edition of the newsletter she included this brief review of my month-long trip:
“In May, Jan Polatschek traveled in Uruguay and Argentina. He visited his cousins in Montevideo, drove with them to the trendy resort of Punta del Este, took a bus to the charming Spanish colonial town of Colonia del Sacramento, rode the ferry on the Río de la Plata, drove across the plains of Patagonia, took a cruise on the Beagle Channel in Tierra del Fuego, climbed a glacier in El Calafate, explored the geological formations in the Humahuaca Region, discovered two synagogues in Salta, ogled at the Iguazu Falls, and made a pilgrimage to Moisés Ville. In Buenos Aires, Jan slept!”
Barbara was quite correct. At my hotel in Buenos Aires, in between watching television reruns of CSI: Miami, Law & Order and House, I slept. All day.
The next day I looked at the calendar. (I know you might not believe this, but it is quite common for travelers like me, in the midst of our journey, to not know the current date or even the day of the week.) The calendar said May 31.
May 31 is my mother’s birthday. Ruth Polatschek would have been 100 years old.
I have mentioned this to you before, but it is worth repeating: my mother’s advice to her young son was always, “Jan, get out of the house!”
So, to honor my mother’s memory and to acknowledge her wisdom, I dragged my tired ass out of bed and set out to see Buenos Aires.