I’ll admit it. It was a little bit scary.
Getting onto the plane and realizing we’re heading to the last city of our trip was terrifying.
Luckily for us we had a support group of friends already in Buenos Aires awaiting our company. Pacho (you may know him from our Puenting ordeal or in our Couchsurfing Banos post) was ever so kind and picked us up from the airport. Panic attack averted! I always hate trying to find my way around when we arrive to a new city.
Big hugs, back slaps, and laughter was had. It had been too long since hanging out in Cuzco. Catching up with old Couchsurfing peeps is always a pleasure.
I’ve been paranoid about writing this post. I have a confession to make, and I’m sorry if you disagree.
Buenos Aires was too romanticized for us.
It was… okay.
It is a hard pill to swallow when you plan the last of your trip in a city that is supposed to be the pinnacle of your trip and it was just, well, mediocre.
Maybe it was the fact that we were so in love with Medellin?
I just don’t know exactly WHAT I didn’t like about it.
Maybe it was too European? The people are completely different. The architecture not the same. There is definitely an Italian influence.
Maybe it was too dirty and “run down”? Crumbling sidewalks, dog poop at every step, trash bags piled sky high on every corner, leaking sodas pouring down the sticky street…
Maybe I was expecting more in the food department? Sure, the meat is delish – but if you don’t want to spend the money, there are no delicious budget options. People wake up in the morning, and eat sugar coated croissants (medialunas). For lunch, more sugar coated crap. Meat. Sugar. Meat. Sugar. OH GOD MY PANCREAS.
WHY DON’T SUPERMARKETS CARRY EGGS?!?!? SERIOUSLY. THEY ARE GOOD FOR BREAKFAST.
Maybe it was too expensive? We became vegetarian (and in ARGENTINA – blasphemy!!!!) because it was a cheaper option to cook it at home. We couldn’t enjoy ourselves on a backpacker budget.
I hated feeling like I had to watch myself on every corner.
“Why are you wearing your wedding ring?!”
“Why are you carrying your camera?!” (Maybe because I’m a travel photog?)
“Why did you bring your iPhone?”
Pickpockets, violent crime, having to know neighborhoods before walking down them, drunken people at all hours… I think I just had enough.
I’m almost ashamed. I wanted to like it. I really did.
At least it helped us prepare mentally for going home.
****But enjoy the pretty pictures. The city itself *can* be very pretty.****
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