Ch. 30 Recoleta May 27, 2014

I wake up and see my stalker husband stalking me again.

“Christian, it still feels weird when you stare at me in the morning.”

“Baby, I cannot help it. You are so beautiful. I can watch you all day.”

“Okay Christian. It also seems someone is happy to see me.”

In one swift move, he pins me underneath him parting my legs. He rips my underwear’s again. He enters me and we begin our slow and rapid dance. Post-coatis, we lay panting out of breath.

After our shower, I get Teddy ready. I enter the kitchen and find every kind of breakfast food possible. Everyone is chatting away and munching. I grab a plate and put every item on it.

  After breakfast, we all rush into the car excited to begin our journey.

Our first destination is a park called Plaza Francia. I look up at the names of the avenues we drive on which is Av. Pres. Figueuro Alcorta and Av. Pueyrredon. I can’t even begin to even try to pronounce them. In about five minutes we arrive at the park. We walk through the park on the long circling pathways which on weekends are lined up with artisans selling crafts. We are definitely coming back here on Saturday to buy some crafts. In the center of the park I notice a sculptured monument. It is very beautiful and complex. In the center are three white marble figurines on top of a big round colored copper column with a few other figures in the middle. I notice a dark metal plaque in front of the monument. It says ‘The central monument that reigns in this square was made by the French sculptor Edmond Peynot. It opened in 1910 and was the first in our country donated by a foreign community of the centenary of the May revolution. The three female central figures represent the symbol of Argentina and France guided by an angel that embodies the glory.’

As I keep admiring the all of the details of the monument, Mia squeals, “Picture time! Christian can you ask someone to take a picture of us as a group?” Christian rolls his eyes as he walks towards a middle aged man sitting on the grass.

Christian asks him, “Senor, por favor puedes tomar una foto de todos nosotros?” (Sir, please take a picture of all of us?)

The friendly man gets up and nods his head. “No hay problema. Donde le gustaria tomar la fotografia?” Christian points in our direction.

We all bundle up together in front of the statue as close as we can get so we can all fit. The man steadies himself in one spot ready to click the button. He says, “uno, dos, tres.” (one, two, three) On three we smile as the picture is taken. Christian thanks him as the man hands the camera back to him.

  We keep strolling through the park enjoying the crisp air and the beauty that surrounds us. I push Teddy in his stroller while Christian holds my waist pacing next to me. Mia and Ethan are in front of us holding hands looking around. She is very quiet which is very strange for her. Kate and Elliot are beside us. Ava is in her pink stroller being pushed by Kate. Elliot has his hands on her behind. Now is a good time to embarrass him. I look over to Christian who also notices. He smirks as he says, “Elliot, it is very inappropriate where your hands are placed.”

Elliot twists his head at Christian with a big grin. “It sure is brother. My hands feel quite comfortable placed on my wife’s ass. It is one of my favorite spots.” Kate shrugs her shoulders.

Christian crunches his face in disgust. “Elliot I don’t want to know about any of your favorite spots on your wife.”

Mia chirps in, “Me neither Elliot.”

Grace who is walking hand in hand with Cary beside Mia and Ethan turns around and says, “Are you three harassing each other again? Behave.”

  Cary adds, “Listen to your mother.” Carla and Bob turn around to look at me and nod their heads. All I can do is half smirk.

  Ray, Taylor, Sawyer, Thomas, and Gail smile at the panter between them.

  Twenty minutes later we leave the park and start walking to the Centro Cultural Recoleta which if I recall correctly from when Christian and I researched it on the internet is a building that belonged to the convent of the Friars Recoletas from 1716 to 1823. In 1823, the Minister of Government, Bernardino Rivadavia, expelled the Friars and allocated it as the Convent School of Agriculture and later as an asylum for the immigrants. From 1880, Mayor Torcuato de Alvear makes important changes, devoting between 1894-1978 to asylum of elders, known as home Viamonte. In 1980 the building was remodeled becoming the Cultural Center of the City of Buenos Aires. The only part that was not remodeled was the doors and primitive stained glass in the auditorium. In the center a wide range of activities, exhibitions of Visual Arts, concerts, theatrical performances, dance, presentations of books, concerts and special events are held.

I am so excited to see it because the pictures of it on the web looked amazing. When we arrive to our destination, we stop in front of it. It looks like a castle with the pointed pyramid shaped tops extending in the front, sides, and back of it. The pink color makes it stand out even more. A statue of a woman and men stand on the ivory yellow arched stone fence in front of the center inviting you to come in. I turn around and see a sitting area for eating. The square white tables with the teal iron chairs and white umbrellas looks very romantic and modern. I turn back to view the Center one more time. In my peripheral vision I perceive a sign on a building on my right that looks very familiar. I stare at it directly. Wow! It is Hard Rock Café. It wouldn’t be a bad idea to eat lunch there. Actually peanut and I are hungry. I will put a smile on Christian’s face.

I lean on Christian’s shoulder and whisper, “Peanut and I are hungry. We have a craving for Hard Rock Café.”

A smile creeps over his face. “Mrs. Grey, you have made me happy. Hard Rock Café sounds good to me.”

I tell the rest of the gang. “We were thinking of going to Hard Rock Café for lunch. Would you like to go there to eat?”

Mia and Elliot chime in at the same time. “Yes!”

Teddy squeals, “Hungy!”

Kate responds, “Sure.”

Ethan, Carla, Bob, Ray, Grace, Cary, Gail, Taylor, Sawyer, and Thomas all say, “I’m in.”

We get seated by the patron in a large table. The waitress takes our orders. I look around the restaurant while the family is talking up a storm. Wait! Let me clarify! Mia is talking up a storm. Once in a while, Kate, Christian, and Elliot sneak in some remarks. My parents, Bob, Gail, Taylor, Sawyer, Grace and Cary decide to have their own discussion ignoring what Mia is blabbing about. I tune them out so I can take in the surrounding. This place looks exactly like the other Hard Rock Café’s we have been to. Every time we go there I always like to look at all the framed pictures on the wall.

My moment is disrupted by Christian. “Ana, come back down to earth.”

I blink blankly at him. “I was admiring all of the pictures on the wall.”

“They are overwhelming, Ana. You know this is another first for us.”

I look at him quizzically, “How is it another first?”

“Well my dear wife, it is our first time to eat at a Hard Rock Café in Argentina together.” Awww! He is so sweet! I see another charm addition for my bracelet.

     “I believe it is another first for us my dear husband. On a sadder note, when will you go see the company you took over?” “My dear wife, I have to go tomorrow for the first half of the day. I should be back by the time Liz arrives at the hotel. We can all go sightseeing in the afternoon.”

“Okay Christian. Teddy and I will miss you every minute you are gone. I will wait for you my love.” I kiss him lovingly.

Once our food arrives, we plan out the rest of the day.

  After our lunch, we go down to the Design Center under the Cultural Center. It is a huge shopping mall with high class boutiques and restaurants. Mia and Kate go crazy like two bats in a cave once they see all the stores. They went to each and every one of them and buying something from them. They tried to drag me in, but I refused to. My excuse was I am tired, because I am pregnant and I have to rest my legs and feet. I only bought a few things from a few stores for myself and my mom. Christian bought me some very expensive and sparkly jewelry and charms for my bracelet. I knew he would do that. The charms were a miniature pink Hard Rock Café guitar, and an Argentinean one.

After an hour and a half of shopping, we visit the National Museum of Art. The strong terra cottar building and entrance is incredible. Four huge columns perforate the front creating three humungous square arches.

We make our way through the first floor. The paintings are extraordinary. They range from the Middle Ages up to the 20th century. We finally reach the second floor after strolling through 24 exhibit halls. All of us awed at all of the wonderful and marvelous paintings. A unique point in our journey exploring it was when we found ourselves upon a life size sculpture of a naked man and woman kissing passionately. Her legs were intertwined with his as his hand embraced her thigh. I look closer to see who created it and what it was called. The name of it was The Kiss and the it was made by Auguste Rodin’s. Christian all of a sudden tips me over his knees and kisses me avidly. He doesn’t let me go until we both can barely breathe. My heart is racing a million mile a minute while my body is all heated up. I stutter, “w…what was that for?”

  He answers me breathing heavily, “My dear wife, I kissed you because I love you. The statue reminds me of our love which is strong, growing, and very passionate. I couldn’t resist your luscious lips.” All I could mutter back was, “u huh.”

As he helps me up, I look around the museum. Our families and everyone around us stare and have not moved. They look like mannequins. Oh! This is so embarrassing. Christian puts his hands in air waving them off and tells his family, “Is it a crime to love my wife and show the world how much I love her?”

They shake their heads no.

The second floor has two halls which hold an exhibition of photographs and two sculptured terraces. The photos were vibrant with life.

  Heading back to the SUV we visit the National Library which is in the path to a secluded neighborhood which you can only access by some stairs. It is on top of a small hill (Loma Mitre) which is situated on land that once belonged to an English entrepreneur in the 19th century. He lost the land from the bank and later was repossessed by the government. Ironically, now part of this area is occupied by the English embassy and neighboring residence of the English ambassador.

We exit the neighborhood to go to Argentine Automobile club where they showcase antique cars. It includes the first car built in Argentina, a 1904 Cadillac, and a few others. The boys were drooling at all the cars. I could have swiped the saliva off the floor. Boys and their toys!

Afterwards we walk past a park with large monuments representing the Uruguayan independence hero Gral. Artigas. Across the street, the broadcast station of Channel 7 resides. We walks towards it into the labyrinth of the entangled streets which in an eerie way have no shops. I believe the reason the streets were created this way was to deter visitors and kidnappers. Luckily we found our way out.

  On our way out, I see a huge metal sculpture flower. It is called ‘floralis Generica’ which is a gigantic mobile sculpture with a flower shape. What is unique is it opens up with the sunlight and closes at night. At night it illuminates colorfully. We must come back here at night sometime this week.

  I look beyond it and notice a massive greek style temple building. It must be the famous University of Law in Buenos Aires.

I am feeling very tired at this point. All I want to do is go back to the hotel. Christian notices it that I am pooped. He supports me by holding my waist tighter.

  After 15 minutes we finally reach the car. In a matter of minutes we arrive at the hotel.

Christian orders room service meanwhile we mingle in our suite.

  After dinner everyone leaves to their rooms. Christian tucks Teddy in while I take a hot relaxing bath. Christian joins me and begins to roam his sexpertise fingers all over me. I climax once or twice.

  Once we are squeaky clean, he massages every muscle in my body with jasmine oil. It feels so good. My muscles do ache from all the walking we did. The massage turns sensual into various rounds of hot and heavy sex.

After our extracurricular activities, my eyes feel very heavy. “Goodnight Mr. Grey. I love you.” He kisses me softly. “Goodnight Mrs. Grey. I love you.” It doesn’t take us too long to fall asleep.