I sometimes suffer of country envy. You can be perfectly happy somewhere and suddenly you get this uncomfortable, inpractical feeling... country envy!

You get it on Sunday mornings, reading the paper, when you learn there's this awesome exhibition by your favourite artist in New York. You get it when you see South African houses. You get it when you live in a cold country and see pics of warmer places. You get it when you LOVE something on the internet and realise they only ship to France.

Well, I've just seen this post and wished I was in Argentina. (I have an insane obsession with this kind of furniture)