Indeed, a large city, the first few days reminded me Avd Madrid ... July 9 (La Castellana), St. Elmo Square (Plaza Dos de Mayo) but no two cities are the same, no, no, no. Buenos Aires is unique and current autumn has nothing to do with us, nor the humidity of the walls, and the letters that label the streets. Everything is different and yet remember ... within five days missed and which could go from Iguazu to place ... other ... ... more ... but I passed, Olympian. I decided to return to Buenos Aires, home of Sylvia and Alejo, where and I stayed during Holy Week. In that first time I visited just something - Puerto Madero, up and down, "I was much at home and if I moved was for a social commitment. This second week if I made a daily trip around town, St. Elmo, La Recoleta, La Boca. Three quarters, three stories, one
city.
Silvia and Alejo, the romantic couple Both local pint, pint so ... Italian surname, but nothing else, they are from Argentina, from feet to cabeza.16 years of marriage and even embrace as lovers recently, he had it all daily breakfast in bed, "is that it costs a lot to wake up" early-morning voice told me not to bother. I did not know, I came here because a mutual friend AdG put us
contacted and they offered me his Buenos Aires home. I accepted, although not like a lot of people go home, but when I entered the palace living knew I would find it. They offered me bed bathroom and internet. Lie, I gave a lot more, actually they invaded the home. Sorry, was busy and had to finish it. Silvia is guild, art director tanned in a thousand magazines, we have only talked about design, about Argentina itself, sometimes with differences of opinion, has an unusual pace of work, working two weeks at full blast and the rest ... will not . End I caught her in a magazine land, Chakra, at the time of the strike of the field came home exhausted, turned on the tv, a cigarette and his eyes said, at last, my peace!
Alejo, singer-actor, actor-singer, warbling voice, has a combo. The beloved , sing Latin American music of yesterday, today and tomorrow. Music that never dies, give it a spin and do a show, dinner theater kind of romantic, dress up and make your game seem fun. In Spain have been and return in the autumn, will have to see.
Puerto Madero, luxury homes barn to store a financial center. In rats instead of carpeted space. The change was "before yesterday", in the early nineties, a riverside area that was old at birth. Almost 100 years has been abandoned, buildings, structures, and died one hundred years, with the advice Barcelona City Council decided to change it, not throw, but remodel it and make a modern space with a basis for a century. Great job, to learn and teach. There is no point to throw everything, not always necessary, I saw in Portland, I see it here: there are elements that can be recycled and serve, with the elegance of the old, the necessities of the new society. Functionality and beauty are not to be separated. Congratulations, BA.
La Boca, Buenos Aires Vallecas Barrio, proletarian suburb, always. The houses near the port are a multitude of colors, today's well configured and maintained. The story is very
simple migration zone, port, arriving ships, repaired, painted, painting and plenty of hustle it takes to isolate and paint your home, as only traces of other color paint elsewhere. The result is a melting pot of colors, beauty director of art, a perfect combination of colors. Were Genoese, stored in conventitos living, residential community. They even tried to become independent but not BA Argentina and created the Republic of Boca, lasted a couple of days. 
La Recoleta, pardon! The Buenos Aires France, Loire type mansions, tree-lined avenues, terraces on the street and a cemetery A grand cemetery, not Evita, but for the good collection of art displayed there. Is the creme dela creme of Buenos Aires,
buried and represented. No niches, vaults only (mausoleum). The figure of the angel is honored and I thought how many people in my life I said "You're an angel," and suddenly gave me trembling and saw the angels rarely go together in life, always to the death, burial are full and Baroque painting the cherubim help with their blows or bracines ascension to heaven, but where are the angels that bring us to tell people "You are an angel." 
Santelmo, the Trail Aires For reasons I do not understand I walked through this neighborhood three times, as the three times was a holiday, the Defense street was cut off and the circulating varied audience is a flea species, but more elegant, there are many musical performances, some of great quality crafts all, and the shops open their doors, especially antique how crazy again retired gringos. Perfect for street rod or Sunday for a walk, have lunch and then go home and kick you nap. It's holiday!
Confirmed, Maria help! and not just cancer patients with chemo, no, also the healthy, to all mankind. I do not know if any of you have seen any movie or series in which a character smokes a spliff, I suppose. How it is, what are the stereotypes, which expresses his face. Responses: one, smiling, 2, relaxed and graceful movements and 3, happiness. Yes or no. If we paint, why then I want to fuck that magnificent smile. I say this because I have confirmed scientifically, at different heights, sea, land and even air, in the jungle and the desert cities and the countryside, at home and outside the boiler is good, very good, and none of that to escape from reality and do not know what the dead child. Nonsense. I say to create, for fun, to get the camera ready to take on the world, without any inhibitions you go the pot. Showing.
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