: About Me

Buenos Aires has trained me well. The vendors in Peru and Bolivia would, at times receive eye contact and perhaps a harsh "no gracias" when accosting me with postcards, gourds, jewelry and a plethora of llama related trinkets. The small girls in Salta, placing on our dinner table, packs of socks for sale would at least receive a weak smile, but here, in Buenos Aires, the importance of a military like discipline, walking in a straight line, not flinching even if the man next to you is hit by a bus, has been beaten into me. It mostly has to do with Argentinean men's constant need to assert t...