As I pack my bags, I am thinking of all the things I could say about Buenos Aires. I could talk about the country's shortage of change and how a trip to the market becomes incredibly difficult and riding the bus impossible without exact change. I could talk about the easy going spirit you find even in such a big city. Perhaps I could explain how little chance I ever have of being on time or eating before 10 pm again after living here. I could tell you all about this amazing little traditional music venue by my place, family owned and packed every night. I could even talk about that moment I sat in the front row of a tango orchestra concert and was so moved by the young musicians that I literally could feel myself taken away with the music. But that is what a city is, a collection of stories and experiences that come together to form a life all around you. I have been extremely lucky to have experienced this city as I have and can recognize what an amazing opportunity it has been. I will miss many things, though not the dog walkers or their trail of destruction.
