Beautiful old men
enough said really.
And this country is full of them, all walking around smartly dressed head to toe. A swagger and a grunt. And still a hot stepper on the D-floor. I adore them!
Whilst roaming the streets of Rafaela there has always been one activity I have been super jealous of.. old man BOWLS!
So I put a team into training, so I can prepare for a lifetime of long lazy Sunday afternoons sipping Mate and playing bowls in the park surrounded by slightly stiff and ever so quiet grumpy old men.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
MY OLD MAN!
*Dedicated to Pezface Molfino
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