We had two Michaels on our tour to Buenos Aires in December 2019. Both use their full name, so we needed a way to tell them apart. We ended up with a Miguelito (little Michael) and a Miguelon (big Michael). Miguelon took to the streets with his camera, and here is guest blog.
Miguelon’s Buenos Aires
Our first day was a pleasant surprise, even after the seemingly endless flight. We were warmly greeted by our driver, Luis, who serenaded us during our ride with tango songs crooned in an astonishing voice. Everyone should experience the taxi tango!
Our new home was just across the street from a wonderful coffee roaster and brewery, akin to PDX. My initial impression of our neighborhood, Palermo, was that it was a quaint, friendly, painted village. I later realized that the architecture as well as the street art, are expressions of the Argentine soul, not held to our small corner of the city.
I realized that I had a ‘problem’ with Buenos Aires on our second day. I crossed the street in the morning for coffee, then stepped outside to take a photo. Another immediately caught my eye and my imagination, and then and again and again, after that. This went on for about three hours, before I decided that I should eat. By then, I was miles from home and each direction looked the same. The Argentine soul captured my eyes and attention so much so, that I was thoroughly disoriented. (Thanks be to the techs, for GPS.)
I discovered a free-flowing expression of the heart and soul of the community and culture of Buenos Aires, entwined and painted everywhere. The passion of Argentina flows throughout the veins of the city and seems to find expression in every aspect of their lives. I believe that this is the same passion and need for expression, which gave birth to the music, the movement, the expression, and the beauty of Tango.
Thank you, Argentina; Let’s dance.