(N) Remembering our month in Argentina, my mind immediately jumps to Buenos Aires. We had a lovely time before that, too, but my memories and impressions aren’t quite so vivid. Something inside me happens when I think of Buenos Aires, I hear music playing, random street scenes and pictures pop into my head and I am filled with a sort of longing that I can’t quite explain. It took a couple of days to “get” the city, as it doesn’t immediately strike you as beautiful, and we were rather overwhelmed by the amount of people and traffic. But once you get under the city’s skin, get out and about to explore the bars, restaurants, weekend markets and plazas with open air performances of every kind from tango to capoeira, suddenly a raw, gritty energy oozes
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