Beauty Found

For the first time today, I thought Buenos Aires was beautiful.

I had just spent at least an hour sorting through $1 books at a feria and I was aimlessly walking through downtown. Then I turned on to a street and casa rosa and plaza de mayo came into view. It was dusk and the world looked pink. It is a picture I will keep in my head forever.

I find myself constantly trying to take mental pictures or video clips of my life here. Like doing that can make this all real. Like if i had photos, I would have tangible proof of my life.

But photos can't capture what I see. My camera is a poor subsitute for the lenses of my eyes. The fotos in my eyes are so much more alive, they are filled with emotion that I can't capture on film.Fotos I wish I could have taken:
1. Casa Rosa at dusk with Argentines walking home in slow motion because honestly why rush?
2. The train by my house rushing by to reveal the words in English "Taste my cum, B&$@#." (Sorry grandma for swearing- but it really says that in English in huge letters.)
3. The man playing the violin on Florida for money, with his eyes closed, feeling the music, seemingly without care for the money being dropped into the open case
4. My host mom Angela holding my 4-year-old host sister's face between her hands and calling her princess
5. All the "punk" 13-year olds smoking their cigarrettes outside school with their Good Charollete backpacks