I Remember Buenos Aires
In another life, had this life taken a different route, I am pretty sure I would have ended up living in Buenos Aires. I was living in Chile when I used to find excuses to board a bus across the border, all the way to BA. I fell in love with the city the first time I was there; I loved it although it wasn’t at its best when we met (during the Argentine Financial Crisis). This was obviously pre-digital camera, but I just found a few prints in my old room back home and I got back to dreaming. Memories appeared as snapshots: sipping Cafe Cortado on what used to be a stage in El Ateneo, an old theatre; more coffee and medialunas while watching bundles of dogs led by a professional walker clad in spandex in Recoleta; peering down from the cheap seats to watch opera at Teatro Colón; taking advantage of Financial Crisis prices at Abasto; lounging on the grass, exhausted after a day at El Museo de Bellas Artes; pizza in San Telmo. And wandering. So much wandering. Flowing down Corrientes like the avenue itself.
Anoche soñé con Buenos Aires.