A Day In The Life

And there she was. Such a hot, humid, gorgeous night, she was in such a large city but knew right where she was and where she was going. The air was filled with excitement. Joy. Pizza. Complaining Argentines. She walked down Avenida 9 de Julio again, one of the widest avenues in the world. It was right next to the giant phallus entitled the Obelisco which, to be quite honest and rude she found quite uninteresting and lacking as a national monument. And then, of course a walk down the street back to her old spanish school which she had spent one month attending. That which she had met so many wonderful people, including the now fatally wounded and de ceased relationship but relentlessly romantic all the same, with a lovely english man. She had been right here, in this city once before, although once again it felt like a dream. Both exciting times, so inevitably filled with such large shots of romance and alcohol it was no wonder this city was coined the 'Paris' of the continent. When asked what language it is they speak in Buenos Aires, the normal person's knowledgeable response might be Spanish. This is outrageously false. I will tell you something that the textbooks will never tell you, what they will never let out. They speak Romance. Romance with a capital R and nothing more, I will hear no different. And what might life be like in this romantic city of Buenos Aires with 13 million other wandering, restless souls about? Well of course life can be seen and felt in the eyes of the Porteños, people of Buenos Aires. Or maybe, in the air. In their rich red wine, or their melt in your mouth steak. It's found with all the ceaseless staying out all night, not knowing that it's 7 in the morning until you see the shopkeepers open their glass doors for breakfast. It's in the voice of their internationally renown tango music singer, Carlos Gardel. It's in the magic which flows from the fingertips of the argentine man as he passionately holds his ravishing young tango partner in the streets of the neighbourhood San Telmo, whilst entranced onlookers watch quite unaware of the countless decades of passion and hardship they are witnessing. It's in that last, fast cab ride you take through the empty streets, while the sun peaks out above the horizon and lights up the dazzling city for another day, dropping you off with all of your drunken mates at your hostel after another long night out dancing. But of course, those might just be my examples. What life is really like in Buenos Aires, well that's all up to you now isn't it. Come with me, let's see where the night takes us... Miss Buenos Aires.