Chau Chau

Chau, chau, suerte! The proper way to say goodbye in BA. I´m sitting in the domesitic airport in Buenos Aires awaiting my trip up north to Iguazu falls. It´s been a good two weeks in Buenos Aires- a city of real contrast. From the old tangueroes in San Telmo and surrounds to the hipster bar-hoppers in Recoleta and Palermo, you can find any scene you want here. The swankiest restaurants and bars rival those in SF and the bustle of downtown leaves you wondering what continent you are on, but the history of the city is palpable. You really do hear tango in the streets and in the taxicabs. The architecture brings you back to the 20s and 30s.
There maybe an air of melancholy with the porteños (the Buenos Aires-dwelling Argentines), especially if you are talking about the economic situation, but they are a people full of life and love. Family, friends and food seem to dominate weekends, especially Sundays when most stores are closed and streets empty.
I´ve been lucky enough to get to know a couple of Argentines so far but it´s amazing, really, how many people I´ve met and learned a bit about. Friends made travelling seem to be friends for life and make the world a smaller, more comfortable place. So, I had to say good bye to Naemi, Maya, Hernan, Peter, Mizuki, Juan, Flavio and others but they´ll still exist here and in my photos and who knows where I´ll run into them again.