In Buenos Aires
And so I’m in Buenos Aires, a city I love so much I can’t stop smiling. I’ve walked past a few places that are indelibly linked to my first trip here with Suzie two years ago — Cafe Tortoni, shops on Avenida Florida, Plaza San Martín — and I’m sitting in a cafe across from where we watched the 2005 May Day protest. Ah, Nostalgia, you are a pleasant mistress.
For now, my primary aim is to waste time. I have four hours until a sixteen-and-a-half hour bus journey takes me to Mendoza. Another beautiful city, in the west not too far from Chile, Mendoza is where I’ll meet Nadia. Then, nearly forty-eight hours after I left my mum and dad’s house, I will have arrived.
Sixteen-and-a-half hours. On a bus. Oh, Argentina is one big country.
Photograph: July 9 by José María Pérez Nuñez.