Te Amo Buenos Aires
For the past two days I’ve been battling a nagging headache. I can’t shake it, no matter how many drugs I take. I finally had to force myself out of the bed because sleep alludes me. Feeling that a brisk walk would do me good, I ventured outside for a coffee and to snap a few photographs. I am experimenting with online photo filters and thought that this vintage effect accurately reflected the rustic quality of Buenos Aires urban living.
I’m well aware that I spend a lot of time on my blog complaining about Buenos Aires, but make no mistake that I am conscious that there is so much here to admire. For starters, it’s a beautiful city, populated by vivacious personalities from all walks of life. It’s difficult to be bored while lumbering around from one café to the next. It might not be what I’m used to, but there is a reason why Argentina is romanticized the world over, and that is in part due to its unique charm highlighted by its noisy and littered streets.
Perhaps that sounds like a backhanded compliment to some, but I couldn’t have meant it without a heavier weeping heart and much sincerity. I’m certain there are a plethora of other blogs out there who paint a rosier picture for those who demand it, but I’m more accustomed to complaining, because deep down inside, I’m an 80-year-old man washing his driveway with a hose in white socks and slippers yelling at the neighbourhood kids to get off his property.
Te Amo Buenos Aires indeed.