buenos aires after all
I thought I was gonna write my trip but it was and it is still impossible to describe what I felt being there again after 4 years of absences and oblivion.
I cried since I saw the sign EZE (Buenos Aires' airport) in my boarding gate.
I cried 40 min in the taxi from the airport to the hotel in the middle of the city. I cried then walking some streets around the most know of the streets of buenos aires, lingering in the corners, feeling lost, trying to remember where I was, and where was everything, and at the same time, so oddly, remembering with exactitude the very shape of the sidewalks, the candies of my childhood in the shops, the marble-like walls of some buildings, the sounds of the street, the quietness of a sunday afternoon in a siesta-custom country...
I was possibly crying because I was realizing how buried all that side of me was, and all the changes that my adaptation to England implied...
I was here in Cafe Tortoni, the most popular of all cafe places in Buenos Aires, and I had to recognize that the coffee tasted better in my memory.
I cried since I saw the sign EZE (Buenos Aires' airport) in my boarding gate.
I cried 40 min in the taxi from the airport to the hotel in the middle of the city. I cried then walking some streets around the most know of the streets of buenos aires, lingering in the corners, feeling lost, trying to remember where I was, and where was everything, and at the same time, so oddly, remembering with exactitude the very shape of the sidewalks, the candies of my childhood in the shops, the marble-like walls of some buildings, the sounds of the street, the quietness of a sunday afternoon in a siesta-custom country...
I was possibly crying because I was realizing how buried all that side of me was, and all the changes that my adaptation to England implied...
I was here in Cafe Tortoni, the most popular of all cafe places in Buenos Aires, and I had to recognize that the coffee tasted better in my memory.
posted by laugelina at 11:29 PM
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