Buenos Aires-- The Walking Tour

Also known as the day I walked BA.

My friend Diego showed up this morning after ditching me last night (rat bastard). We walked everywhere. Unlike Mexico city, the poverty here is not in your face, although we were chased by some gypsies into a church, but its all the same, right?

I tangoed in the street with an old old man. I didn't speak his language nor he mine, but for one song it was worth the memory. My tango is about as good as my Spanish. I want to be led but don't know how not to be uncomfortable being led. Fiercely independent puts me at odds for dancing partners.

After hours and hours we ended up at dinner on the river, wine, conversation and time to catch up. I did a quick reading of him, but he is not one to be read, and so let it go. Seven hours later he dropped me at my hotel and I took a much deserved swim.

I was conscience of my ear issues in the pool. I floated and then had a complete flash to being young, maybe 7 or 8 and always taking a bath after dinner. I would stay in the water for hours and one time fell asleep in the tub. I loved hearing the water full up my ears because it would block out everything else. I let myself do the same thing in the pool, just let the schoomp, schoomp sound take everything away. Next time you ask me about the happy place, its in the pool. Or the bathtub. Or any water that I can float in.

My feet hurt. My head hurts from trying to speak in Spanish all day. I prayed in a couple of cathedrals. I want to come back here and experience it with someone I love. Its too beautiful to be alone. Life is too beautiful to fill with solitary moments. Someday.

Until tomorrow. Be safe, be well. Hope you are doing well, you are too precious for chaos.