After spending the last 5 days being a tour guide I realized how much being a tourist in Buenos Aires would suck.
Everyday for the past 5 days we have run around trying to experience BsAs through a series of museums, ferias and restaurants and yet non of this sight-seeing is BsAs- it is just what BsAs wants you to see, not what it is.
BsAs is a city of contradictions that can't be understood in a week. It is a city whose false European front can easily be seen deteriorating from the naked tourist eye but whose passion and life underneath that facade only shines rarely... on odd number days... when it storms. ..maybe.
It is a city I am honestly happy to be living in because after being tour guide and hating it, I feel like I have begun to appreciate everything non-touristy about the city; like BsAs and i now have an inside joke; like only we know the true city.
I love the ferias, the restaurants are ricismo and the museums...well they could use some work...but what i really love are Inaquis' cheesy jokes, the old ladies complaining about incense in my yoga class and explaining Hooters to the kids at my UBA class.
I really love the passion and life of BsAs...even if it is cursi.
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