December 11, 2009
Dear Argentina, How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love you for your beauty: the ragged, raw, realness of your bittersweet glamour, your happy-tragic history, your painted walls and crackling curb sides. I love your Figuero Alcorta grandeur, ancient purple-blossom trees, French architecture, green parks of happy spoiled dogs. I love […]
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December 5, 2009
“Buenos Aires es un quilombo!”. This is one of the first “slang” phrases I learned when I got to the city. Buenos Aires is a mess! I real mess! [The literal translation of “quilombo” comes from Africa and means “an orgy of a mess”]. And after living here for 8 weeks, I can understand why […]
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