Waiting for el Bondi*
If I could get a drink with anyone – dead or alive – while I’m in Argentina, it will undoubtedly be the good fellow who designed the Buenos Aires bus system. Not only does this dude seem to have an amazing sense of humor, but his choice to make a means of transportation a metaphor … Continue reading
My Road to Damascus
I was sitting in the back of my uncle’s car, on the way to Cordoba from Buenos Aires, when suddenly a bright light surrounded me, and I heard a resounding yet strangely familiar voice scream: “HIJO DE PUTAAAAAAA!”. It wasn’t until my body fully crashed against that of my cousin as the car skidded on … Continue reading
Invitation to the Voyage
Over the past two weeks, I have fallen down the Porteno rabbit hole. On the other side I found a bitter sweet melancholia, and a seductive pride paired with a passion for an antiquated romantic ideal. Sleepless nights of bottomless bottles of Malbec. Early mornings cradled in the back of a taxi blasting songs by … Continue reading
Mi Buenos Aires Querido
Paris, Sunday 4:00 AM Whoever said that there was nothing more you could do at the crack of dawn in Paris when you’ve lost your wallet, and you’re wearing a Broccoli costume was utterly wrong. I was just coming home from a party, and it was my intention to prove it as I stumbled down … Continue reading
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