When we go back to Indiana, my husband is like, “Oh my god. I don’t hear cars. I hear birds. What is this?” He always kind of freaks out a little bit, because he’s from Buenos Aires – and then here. And so we just enjoy the peace and quiet and it’s nice. It’s not quiet here.
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