Be like the bird that, passing on her flight awhile on boughs too slight, feels them give way beneath her, and yet sings, knowing that she hath wings. ~Victor Hugo

12.16.2009

Observations

- All the streets are one-way only, alternating regularly. One that is not (sort of) out of two that I have seen is the 9th of July (9 de Julio), a 20 lane avenue one block from our house.
- The people in Buenos Aires have two distinct looks. One is brown hair, thin facial bone structure and light complexion (similar to Abby). The other looks Mexican (a stereotype of course), dark hair, rounded face and jet black hair. Shockingly different.
- Many people here are craftsmen and artisans. There are many beautiful, unique things to be purchased at the markets.
- There is no rhyme or reason to the pace or direction of foot traffic. Even during “rush hour” there are people casually strolling through the walkways of the subway or pushing through a crowd of people like a fish upstream.
- I was surprised to find that when I am in a taxi with the windows down, the air that hits my face while we are moving (even when we are going fast) is not refreshing. It feels thick and dirty.

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