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Documenting Tiny Revolutions, towards a sustainable lifestyle with an obsession for all things electric.

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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