Within a month of arriving in Buenos Aires, we were sent to St Andrew’s Scots School in Olivos, a wealthy suburb of BA. Because of our long hair, platform shoes, kipper ties and the fact that we were British, we became somewhat of a novelty.
I remember the very first day when we were eating ice cream on Libertador Avenue, near the up and over bridge that led over the railway line. Within minutes we were surrounded by girls who wanted to get to know us and invite us to parties.
That started two glorious, formative years where we played a lot and in my case, didn’t learn very much except maybe a smattering of Spanish and how to ride a horse.