The City

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 so much since I last posted. I don't even know where to begin. 

I've seen museums and markets. I've gone to art exhibits and tango shows. I've visited a gaucho ranch and numerous districts. I've ridden in taxis and on horses. I've eaten out-of-this-world pizza and perfectly cooked steak. I've sipped on local beers and wines. I've laughed to the point of tears with teachers and with friends. I've strolled through a hauntingly gorgeous cemetery. I've wandered the halls of a building that housed a darker part of Argentina's history. I've been swallowed up by the skyscrapers surrounding me for a spontaneous photo shoot when the sunlight was falling perfectly.

I've lived.

I've laughed.

I've loved.

This place... it's everything.

I have so much to say, but I can't form the words. This country is diverse and breathtakingly beautiful. The city is indescribable and my memories are treasures I can't easily give away. It's a magic of my own, moments I can never completely share.

So, I think for now, it's best to leave some things left unsaid.