Pinamar is the reason for these stories.
We lived there for more than two years. It was paradise: a house in a pine forest within blocks from the beach and fine surfing. The open space sure beat a cramped city apartment for growing and energetic kids. They played out on the sandy lanes and in the forest. This helped keep us parents sane.
Then the crappy global economy forced us back to fast-paced Buenos Aires.
Can we get back to our paradise? That may be difficult. My son has autism and his needs exceed the services of the beach community.
At least for now.
We still spend summers in Pinamar, a relaxed life of barbeques, walks and the beach, plus a healthy bunch of friends and occasional run-ins with stray dogs out to get whatever is on our grill.