Day Fifty-Eight: At Home in Buenos Aires

The sunset from my new place in Palermo Hollywood. The clubhouse was booked for the weekend.One week ago, I was lonely.  But now I have friends here.  

I have a drink with Juan and he tells me that when he was in college here he and his friends would go to an Irish bar.   “Now Irish bars are all over, but then there was one.”  He would meet Americans and foreigners and become friends with them, whether they were in town for a week, a month or a semester.  He’d invite them out with him and his friends.  It didn’t matter that they were leaving.  I suppose that’s the Argentine mentality. In the moment.  Who knows where we’ll be tomorrow?  “It could be a crisis, but people would still be going out to dinner, drinking,” Juan tells me.

I head to Marine’s apartment where I am greeted by Marine, Federica and their friends.  Their friends ask me where I am from. I answer New York and huge smiles come across their faces, “New York!!” they exclaim.  It’s not the first time I’ve received this reaction here.   Argentines love New York. “Now I’m in New York!” they sing.  When I tell them I heading to Miami on my way home they start to sing, “Welcome to Miami, bienvenido a Miami”  They love America.

We all head to Milion for drinks.  I met some great people here.  I am going to Bariloche on Monday but I can’t wait to then come back here next weekend.   I love this city.