Finding Home

I have been searching for 2 months now in vain to find comfort and home in Buenos Aires. But the city always seemed too cold, too rushed, and too inconsiderate to ever call home.

But today rushing through the fat, cold drops of rain to the Brazilian Consulate, then maneuvering through old ladies with over sized umbrellas to the bank and then trying to stay amiable once again with the rudest of Argentina at the consulate; today, a day filled with everything cold, rushed and inconsiderate of Argentina; today i found home in Argentina.

Because today Sarah was running through rain laughing at the soaking wet girl with a white shirt and white bra. Sarah was here to agree that Argentina needs umbrella courtesy laws such as if you have an umbrella don't walk under the over hang. Sarah was there to call the Brazilian consulate lady a beast when we were both thinking of a different word.

It is cheesy but true. Home isn't where you are put who you are with.

Oh and to the Brazilian Consulate: you sucks, you stole my day and $130.

But I got over it with a bottle of wine, empanadas and dulce de batata.