Sounds of a distant tango playing from a second floor studio closed tight to keep out the cold air that’s invaded Buenos Aires. Carnes sizzling on the grills of the restaurants that line the street (almost as numerous as the maple trees)….the smoke so thick and juicy that I just know that if I take a bite as I disappear into it, I’ll surely taste it when I came out at the other end. Malbec swirled with wafts of strong tabacco leaves and a trace of the sweat of a Cuban cigar master. Through the dust encrusted window of the taxi, the orange-ish street lights of Buenos Aires cast Dali-esque circles escorting vehicles to the airport like many small suns refusing to die on an early winter evening. My business trip was successful; my personal time worth every bit of effort. Iguazu Falls are nothing short of a miracle to behold. They took my breath away like a slap in the face with a soft bouquet of gardenias. Buenos Aires was . . . so civilized. It made me think of the title of a book yet to be written:“Quiero Vivir en Buenos Aires” (I Want to Live in Buenos Aires). Enjoy my trip through my photos!
Jorge
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