Kiki's Crossing

My dear Buenos Aires, You have enlightened me. You have ignited me. You have made me. These last forty days were simply more - more than I could have imagined, more than I could have asked, more than I could have wanted. The narrow colonial roads buzzed with taxis, cars, and buses swooshing past. The subways overfilled with morning commuters masterly maneuvering around one another as they pursued their personalized paths. The glow of the luminescent street lamps and neon shop signs blanketed unexpected escapades in unfamiliar places. Oozy, cheese pizzas flew out of crackling ovens accompanied by the ideal Malbec, which was always close at hand. Rose-colored musicians and artists lined street corners and bounced from subway car to subway car, optimistic that their talents could be enough. Argentinians smiled. They said hello. They laughed. They loved. They never hid their emotions - just as you never hid yourself. You unabashedly awaited my arrival. You never camouflaged