It was with a heavy heart that I left Buenos Aires 10 days ago. And even today, I still find myself comparing everything here in California to how things are done in Buenos Aires. Of course I miss the friends I made, the food, the Spanish classes…but I also somehow miss many of the mundane and seemingly forgettable things about the city. Almost more than the things I thought I’d miss. Little did I think I’d be reminiscing about constantly watching out for dog poo on the streets. Nor did I think I’d miss the broken pavements, the Guia T, the protests, dog walkers on the street, the bus system, saying “bueno” and “dale”, and all the other little routine things ingrained into the daily life of porteños. Here in the US, I must drive people crazy with my stories of the most boring things about the life I just left. How to catch the bus, how to carry a backpack, how to talk with Argentine hand gestures. But I can’t stop myself…it was all such a part of my existence for the last month…I was so deeply immersed in a lifestyle so new and different and exciting to me. And without even trying, just from casual conversations with my Spanish teacher, with cab drivers, food vendors and my roommates, I learned so much about the country’s history, economy and culture….How does one not get attached? Now, I find it hard to let it all go.
The onward journey has been wonderful. And I know the rest of this trip will be filled with more discoveries and adventures and excitement. But there’s something about Argentina that also makes me certain that I won’t be forgetting about it anytime soon.