I had to leave Chile because Americans can stay for just three months without a visa, so I thought where next? Buenos Aires was only a short flight away (hour an a half). And what a city! I’ve hardly seen anything yet but based on what I’ve seen it’s pretty grand [photo essay: Solo Tango]. Romantic. If someone told me I was in Rome or Paris of Barcelona, I’d believe it. Oddly enough, it feels a lot like Tehran too, minus the madness. For the first three days I was in a hostel and then I found a room in an old house. With a sweet, whining, cat:
