What a sight Buenos Aires, here it is my appointment with the myth! First positive impact, but it’s only been an hour and I have to eat something and then sleep…
Buenos Aires is a huge metropolis, but the heart is as hard as gentle. The casa rosada is a fitting metaphor. It looks strikingly like Paris, with its majestic monuments, the endless avenues, parks where it is very easy to get lost, but weighed down by thousand sufferings… In Buenos Aires there is not that typical contrast between exaggerations that is observed in the mega-cities of Brazil, between modern and ancestral, rather everything seems suspended in a decadent atmosphere, even bohemian. Everything remains stationary at the time when Buenos Aires was one of the cities at the center of the world.
In Buenos Aires even the food smells of a tasty and velvety history, everything reminds its Italian roots. Here you walk a lot, and you think a lot as well: I like the idea of ​​spending these days suspended in a cloud over the air waiting for the arrival of my moment.