Of course. I was so very ready to leave Buenos Aires after 3 1/2 years; I dreamed of edible food, sidewalks not covered in shit and potholes and trash, restaurants that opened when I happened to be hungry, instead of about the time I was going to bed, traffic noise that wouldn’t give me homicidal impulses … . Now I’ve been gone less than two months and am feeling nostalgic about the place. Go figure.
I was loading some photos from the camera to the computer and came across a few that stood out in my memory.
Life is filled with people and places we will never seen again, so it goes. But I am sad that Buenos Aires is one of those places.