Panoramic views, dreams and being airborne rather than earthbound

Lately, my dreams have extended themselves into narratives in which I spread my wings out over rivers, mountain ranges and seas. This is a recurring motif and I can sometimes will myself to have them if I fixate enough on the concept before getting some shut eye.
According to Jung such dreams may suggest that I am feeling assured and in control of my destiny and what I want out of life, but the sudden crash landing that seems to set in toward the end of each dream of flight I have isn't very reassuring. Maybe the recent aborted flight with United (mid-air left engine failure replete with flames and sparks) is adding its own surprise twist to my dreams...

In Korea, I had become far too used to lording it over my neighborhood with panoramic views stretching out over the neighborhood of labyrinthine alleys far below.
It certainly was a kick in the butt to be 'reassigned' to a new apartment by my university, which looks out onto a concrete wall. I'm going to miss my last abode, that's for sure.

Don't know exactly what it is but having a view from a hotel room is crucial for my sense of wellbeing. On waking I really enjoyed opening up the shutters to my room in BA, and looking out over the rooftops toward a schoolyard with kids boisterously playing soccer, all watched over by the formidable presence of Palacio de Aguas Corrientes (Palace of running waters ?).
Hard to imagine that architecture so ornate and beautiful could simply have been used for something as prosaic as purifying and storing water. Or was it only masquerading as such...

Yes, and even more fine memories

Hangin' with my good friend Horacio, over yet another 'para chuparse los dedos' dinner.

The local Mate tea which everyone seems to drink here with gusto took a bit of getting used to for me. Even though I love green tea, Mate is very bitter for my palate, although I enjoyed the buzz afterwards as I left the cafe and drifted away down the midafternoon street.

I blame the 5kg I packed on in 3 weeks of living in BA to numerous 'pig-outs' at the all-you-can-eat buffets around town. Definitely a trap, albeit a pleasant 3 hour affair.I'd have to say that the best food I've ever eaten in my life is to be found right here in this city. And there's a huge selection of food on offer, not just steak and wine.

Flying over a more affluent barrio of BA far from the hectic pace, heat and dust of the built-up microcentro.

Fruit store as art work in the making - wicker baskets and colorful, piled arrangements and sooo cheap!

Who would have thought there'd be a large Japanese garden all the way down in Argentina...