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

How have I already been here for three weeks? Every day I fall more in love with this humming city. I feel like the Carrie Bradshaw of South America - except with worn brown ankle high boots and messy dreads instead of Louboutins and 80s-sized curly hair.  As I wind through the hustle of the streets, I know with each corner that I turn I'll encounter fresh murals on brick walls, singers dressed as if they were performing for a packed stadium, and the click-clack of shoes as people zig and zag to arrive at destinations I can only imagine.  The bustle is exhilarating.  The artwork of the architecture and the streets is fascinating.  The way of life is alluring.  I may not have much free time to work on personal projects, but I have so many memories. With only two weeks left, I already know that when I fly back to the United States, a piece of my heart will remain in Buenos Aires. The city is gently winning my love day by day.  I've done