My feet are diry, really dirty. The tub water runs brown in our old hotel room.
We walked the city today. From Centro to Recoleta to Palermo and back.
We saw what I have already seen but with second-time around glasses. Withoutht he rush, the gardens are prettier, the cemetery more peaceful, the streets more fascinating.
And the people.
When you stop staring at your dirty feet and look up at the faces for the epopel you pass, the city is far more fascinating.
Fake blondes to graying viejos, mulleted jovenes to dirty-faced street kids.
We walked to Plaza de Mayo to see the inauguration of la primera presidenta de Argentina: Cristina Fernandez Kirchner. People, young and old, form the afueras to the centro, blond to Moreno filled the square, beating drums and singing to their new queen.
Buenos Aires is alive and beats with the rhythm of over 3 million hearts. Tonight the drums let my heart beat the same rhythm.
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