Senses (warning, cheesy prose ahead)

I feel so emotional about being in Buenos Aires. In a different way than last year.

While translating on my balcony, I smell somebody cooking a milanesa somewhere, reminding me that it is lunchtime. If I look to the right I see small cars making their way down Yrigoyen, and if I look down on to my own street I see people walking and talking. If I really focus, I can smell somebody’s perfume. I hear so many noises here, cars, buses, barking dogs. Taking all of this in, I have butterflies in my stomach and my heart beats just a bit more strongly.

Walking up Uruguay, I can almost feel cars brush past me but I hardly pay any notice, as I’m busy alternating between looking forward at the sidewalk ahead of me and looking up at the absolutely incredible architecture of some of the buildings on this street. I smile as I realize I’m passing under a “Ferrari” sign. It reminds me of who I am and I think of how at least once a day I’m told that my Castellano has a bit of an Italian accent. A man standing in front of a kiosco says something to me that I choose not to understand. The girl ahead of me walks a little too slowly for me and I want to pass her. Instead I choose to let her slow my own pace down. Various smells drift out from shops and bars as I continue, confusing my nose as it tries to decide what to do with all the car fumes.

I sit in a cafe with my arms crossed, looking at the ceiling, the waiters, the customers. People bustle past me outside the window, dressed up for work. Red seems to be a prominent color for the ladies to wear today, with their swaying hips and cascading hair. I hear various conversations around me, between friends, colleagues, lovers. I don’t really understand what they’re saying, but it’s easy to catch the meaning. The subtle sweetness of my medialuna tickles my tongue, making me smile.

My senses are at an all time high right now. It’s a good sign.

It feels like Destiny, like I’m being sucked in.

I can’t quite explain it.  I’m so happy to be here.