My wife has gone into business making windbreaks, a great business on the beaches of Argentina. Except that I can't be so lazy anymore as a dad.
In the darkness of our garden, wild things roam. The police keep watch, and some officers are girls! My six-year-old son is beaming.
We once lived quietly in a forest. Now the developers have caught on to our secret and the bulldozers are moving in.
Driving on the beach is the craze in Argentina. But it's not right. Walk, instead. And take up surfing or fly a kite. You'll like it more.
Have a swim, lay out your towel and kick back. You've left the city behind and hit the beach... to find a traffic jam.
Our house got invaded by a raft of bugs, raising the question of what to do: live with nature or call the exterminator.