Buenos Aires

Well, I finally left my country, I stayed without leaving for over a year now and it was about time. I was getting tired. So I came to the nearest abroad cool city I could think of: Buenos Aires. I have to be honest, I had such big hopes for the city, but it's letting me down a little. The city is pretty plain in terms of green areas, the subway sucks and the humidity is gonna drive me crazy any moment now. It's pretty 'cause, well, it's not home so it's a good change. Everyone say this city has an amazing night life, but I promised someone I wouldn't go out and even though I'm conflicted due this promise, I'm planning on keeping it. The humidity during the day was driving me nuts and I think it didn't let me enjoy the city's skyline or at least its buildings. 

I feel like I bitched way too much for only one day here and I think it's 'cause for the first time abroad, I left my heart back home. I guess I'm sorta over the moon 'cause Paulo dropped me at the airport and kissed me before taking off, which is like one of the most romantic fantasies I can think of. Anyhow... Buenos Aires is... Ok, I still can't find the word to describe it. The humidity and the freaking storm that caught me on my way to a meeting with my to be new boss won't let me think straight, plus I barely slept last night due the humidity. 

While I was walking in the rain I started thinking of a poem... I still have that feeling that needs to be channeled into a poem tho. Well... let's see what the rest of my trip brings me. I'm planning on going to Uruguay soon. :)


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