The NorthEastWestSouth of Buenos Aires

First, election day has come and gone thank God. The plazas are safe again... whew! I felt a bit nervous saying "If I could vote for Ibarra...." when someone gave me this side-glance that said I'd be a tonta if I did. Well, he was the only one with a respectable looking side-kick and nice hair, so I couldn't pass up mentioning my triumph to those who would listen (2 people and only one a porteño - such a coward!). And now the city is back to normal: dog poo on the sidewalk, construction always half-finished, hiccupping public transportation, beggars with children in the street, vendors of sweet sent-from-heaven peanuts, and jugglers at every intersection.


Drink in the city and its delights for they will last... forever.

But there is no denying the true beauty of Buenos Aires: the wine. Even the imported wines from Uruguay and Chile taste better in Buenos Aires. Maybe its because the scent and taste of the wine drives away the smell and grit in your teeth from the pollution... Ok ok, I will admit reluctantly that I have not been one-hundred percent happy with this city in the past few weeks. I said once that Buenos Aires is the great kid I want to be friends with more than anything but for some reason he's just not interested in getting to know me. I was hoping it was just election-week blues, but it seems to be going beyond that. I heard that sometimes culture shock and homesickness can take months to kick in and months to go away again once they do... It is quite possible that there are only 2 cures for my blues: 1) stay for another few years in Buenos Aires or until the feeling is overcome or 2) go home, which is not something I've been too excited to do lately. Mucho quilombo en esa casa ahora, pero bueno... así es mi vida.

Una de las cosas que me da animo ahora es el maestro de JewJitSue. El tiene buena onda y creo que piensa lo mismo de mi así que "colgamos afuera" muchisimo. Eso fue para vos, Flaco!