They called Argentina "Argentina" because they wanted people to think there was silver there, and that, therefor it would be worth exploring, colonizing, investing in. Turns out, there's no silver in Argentina (save imported to various jewelers, etc.) but people still explored, colonized, invested.
A little over a week ago, we Hoopers were some of those people, but the prized treasure we sought wasn't a precious metal, or even empanadas or tango or dulce de leche (although we had all those things and they were great), but the time and place to experience any and all kinds of new and less-new things together, the whole family,for the first time in years, in homage, remembrance, and celebration of Grandma Old in specific, and family in general.
Money and precious metals are all well and good, but, really the most (only) precious things we can have are those imbued with meaning and importance derived from time, experience, and love, whatever the finite details or definitions, with and from other people.
Argentina was awesome, in short, silver or no silver. (No silver, in my case.)
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Precious indeed the memories of that city and the family that filled it.
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