Things I like about Buenos Aires:

• Coffee comes in small cups. Very small.
• A t-bone steak costs about a dollar. And it’s better than any 30-dollar-steak in Minnesota.
• My grandma’s homemade gnocchis. From scratch.
• The way the subway rocks and sways and wants you to sleep.
• It’s normal to have dinner after 10. The restaurants are full at midnight and beyond.
• Pictures I had never seen of grandparents I never met. My dad’s report card from 1960.
• The afternoon light through the tall trees that line the avenues.

Things I dislike:

• My mouth gets tired of speaking Spanish.
• It’s impossible to not gain weight.
• Babies sleeping on foam pads beside their parents in the street. Walking by on the way to my hotel room, and a bed.
• Noise. Busses, scooters, honking, sirens.
• Not knowing which street I’m on, where it’s going, and which part of the city I’m in (but I’m learning).

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