It’s called Plaza de Bolivia, a wedge-shaped expanse of green with two fenced playgrounds, a carousel, and plenty of sunbathing city-dwellers. It’s sandwiched in-between a busy train track and Avenida del Libertador, an eight-lane boulevard filled with taxis and buses. The high-rises along the Avenida are a mountain blocking the sun.
And in the middle of it all, I watched my daughters dig holes in the sand. My heart was filled with dread.
I’m so excited to share my monthly SheLoves contribution with you all again this week. Won’t you join me over there?
The surprising definition of “fluent”