It's raining in my heart

They have departed. I am sad. While we were at the airport it started raining. Even Argentina is sad that they have left.

Getting back from the airport was 'fun'. Because it was raining I went to the taxi rank. The driver didn't start his meter and when I asked him to, he said it was only for the Capital. When I asked how much it would cost to get home, he said 85 pesos (the car which took me to the airport, waited with me and brought me and my parents home only cost 86 pesos!). So I said NO and we drove in a short circle back to where we started. The driver asked another taxi if he would go to Belgrano and I changed taxis - and the same thing happened! This time it would cost 78 pesos; again NO, drive in a circle and drop me off where I started.

I thought I'd try to get a bus back (after all I had nothing to do for the next four hours) but it was pouring and the bus stops nowhere near the airport. In the end I got a taxi from within the airport (60 pesos) - even that felt like a rip-off but it was the posted price.

At home this afternoon, I've cleaned, tidied, re-arranged my wardrobe, thrown out all the rubbish and done three loads of washing (three to go). The rain has stopped but the light is a weird orange colour. Finally the sun is setting and I can see an orange light above the clouds. It reflects my mood.