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Documenting tiny revolutions in daily adventures of work and play

When in Buenos Aires

When in Buenos Aires

On my first day in the beautiful city of Buenos Aires, while on a walk through the streets of Palermo, I left my phone soaking in a pool of water in my purse. Sure, I was slightly lost and didn't know what to do with my hands for two days, but soon enough, I felt the disconnect. No phone means, looking up, making eye contact with other people, smiling and engaging in human interaction. Having no phone was a real blessing on this trip. I met so many new people, read, and wrote. Since I don't have a lot of pictures to share, I thought I would share a couple of things I wrote. 

Background music is the same in every country; cars driving by,  kids playing in the street, a dog barking. The wind blows through the windows of my 7th-floor apartment. The sun takes over my bed. I wrap my legs between the sheets and I sleep. A sleep so deep that I lose myself between dreams and reality. Did that giant fish* really look up at me and say “YOLO”? I sleep like I’ve never slept before. Its sweet, its heavy and it's finally mine. 

Today I saw a man standing on the sidewalk outside someones’ door.  The door was closed, but he stood there speaking desperately in Spanish. I didn’t know what he was saying, so I pretended that on the other side of the door stood a beautiful senorita trying to hold in a smile as she secretly enjoyed the pleas of her foolish lover. 

Yesterday I got rained in at a café. It was so lovely.  Stuck in a quaint shop with a handful of strangers. I enjoyed my cappuccino, read my book, and wrote. No one seemed to mind, no rush. Just sitting there enjoying the loud sound of raindrops on the rooftop. For a moment we all spoke the same language, and all of a sudden I felt very confident in my Spanish and decided to order what I thought was carrot juice. The waitress brought me a piece of carrot cake. It was perfect! 

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