In a city where español echoes off the walls of the tall skyscrapers, I, Sara have taken on the quest to actually learn this beautiful language once an for all by coming to live in this city for a month. And I've already been here a week, which has given me time to actually come to the realization that I am living in Argentina right now.
With the gorgeous architecture that is apparent anywhere you walk, with the busy streets everywhere you wander, it's impossible to not be pulled in by the vibe of Buenos Aires. It truly is the Paris of Suda America. Note: America is in the word South America and claiming to be American (instead of from United States) severely bothers the locals here and I am forced to correct myself and then feel embarrassed. But onward! Buenos Aires with it's "Pink House" standing in the middle of Plaza de Maya, is an interesting site to see. Still everywhere you go the art of graffiti has over taken the city, which in some respects is very cool looking and in others you think "Why haven't they painted over that yet?". Buenos Aires in a whole is interesting. A lot of Buenos Aires consists of old elevators (which is quite awesome) and old subway trams (where everything is made out of this deeply colored polished wood). There are cafés everywhere and you can buy empanadas at any place, in which now I am determined to try every empanada and deem which one is the best. And what pulls it all together are the people of Buenos Aires, their italian accents weaved into their spanish making the language sound like silk. They hold themselves up with a European type of posture, but are ones that when music is around, everyone starts to dance and sing. I essentially feel that its a perfect mix of Europe and South America together to make the people. And though many have rumored that the Argentinians are rude, I have not encountered one rude person. (Only problem here though is stealing).
That above, in a sense is my brief description of Buenos Aires (which consists of neighborhoods which are extremely different then one another). I live in a cozy place called "Casa de Loca" in which my house 'mother' is very wild and extremely kind, but still goes out at the age of 60, as though she is still 20. I have 2 roommates, one in which I share a room with and the other who is studying here for a year. Through this I have discovered that the buddy system is actually convenient.
I have much more to write about but to cut things shorter- it's pretty sweet here if you know what I mean.
