At its worst, the movement of Buenos Aires is exhausting or overwhelming and at best its energizing and inspiring.
Being back in Buenos Aires with my boyfriend has left with me a feeling somewhere between being a tourist and migrant. Having lived here for a year before, I don't feel the need to do any of the touristy Buenos Aires things (tango show, El Caminito, Cafe Tortini, etc, etc). After returning to some of my favorite spots, I've realized that what I really like doing most in this city is wandering. I just like being out in the street and looking at people and buildings and other random things. In a city with so much movement and action, I'm guaranteed to see something new or interesting just walking outside.
The only downside is that I can't wear any shoes that have any semblance of a heel. I don't know how women in heels higher than 1-inch do it. The sidewalks are so messed up that I find myself tripping in Converse. The other night I made the mistake of trying to wear 5-inch platform boots to a restaurant within walking distance and I thought I was going to kill myself or break my neck making the trek. I paid for the embarrassingly short yet extremely comfortable cab on the way back.
The flat boots I did bring are being trashed in the process, but it's well worth it.
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OMG, I wore my five inch beautiful Pradas out to dinner one night the last time we were in Buenos Aires and regretted it instantly. Seriously, about five minutes in I wanted to go back to the hotel and change. Seba had to hold my hand the entire time we were walking so I didn't die.
That's so funny cause that's exactly the way it went with my and my boyfriend. I was gripping on to his arm all tight on the way to the restaurant thinking I was going to break my ankle or my face. By the time I realized that I should maybe change it was too late, we were halfway between where we were headed and the apartment.
It's the same thing here in Cambodia. I don't know how women do it! It's amazing actually because I would surely break my neck.
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