I Want To Be, I Want To Be, In Buenos Aires, Big Apple

Sitting at a little cafe, eating a veal panini and drinking coffee, it became immediately obvious why I felt right at home here within 30 minutes of walking around the city. The marina had some red brick construction along the way, and some mirrored glass buildings in the background. Isn´t that really called Grant Park?

Walking along Avendia Corrientes I noticed the lettered subway routes, some narrow-ish restaurants where Andy and I will inevitably play some cards over pizza and soda, The Sound of Music (in Spanish) at the Citi Opera, and the parody show of Musicals playing across the street. Avenida Florida is densely packed with tourists and touristy sales along the street. Isn´t that really called Manhattan?

To top that all off, I noticed some replica statue of the Washington Monument a few blocks away. Honestly if it weren´t for being surrounded by Spanish, and the occasional reference to Peronistas, I would not know that I am in Buenos Aires. That said, I also saw a couple of nice sweaters and suit jackets for reasonable prices along Calle Florida... so maybe I´ll buy an extra duffle bag to bring back some clothes and souveneirs.

I think Andy will enjoy it here as well. That´s right, think so. His flight from Chicago yesterday was delayed due to weather, so he will be arriving tomorrow morning. He may be also be able to verify or reject whether my belief that calles and avenidas have the reverse orientation from the roads in Colombia. 


Randomly, check out this street light. Crossing the street I feel more like I'm in a silent movie!