Whatever in Buenos Aires

Travel poem
I’ve shared a few of our fun Buenos Aires photos on Facebook and wrote about the art on my Johnston & Alves blog. But there were some tough aspects about the trip. For example, due to a neighborhood power outage, the Airbnb place I had booked three months prior had to cancel on us three days prior to our departure. This was horrible news because I had gotten to know the area of our first place well. I had researched the neighborhood and knew exactly where to go on our first day to rent bikes, book a restaurant for Christmas dinner, etc. The place would have also come with a local cell phone. However, all that disappeared when the night before we left, I finally found something that seemed halfway decent in a neighborhood I knew nothing about. This new place didn’t come with a phone. It didn’t even come with water at first. We arrived after 24 hours of traveling and really wanted to use the facilities, but discovered the water had been turned off because of construction in the building. I could go on, but I’ll stop here and share some good news. The Airbnb host, an attractive Buenos Aires woman in a flowing dress with that lovely Argentine accent, greeted us all with kisses on the cheek. Then we met my daughter’s Argentine friend who also greeted us with kisses on the cheek. My husband was glowing.

Another difficulty on the trip was the amount of closed doors we experienced. I’m not talking about the “Closed Door” restaurant experience, which was fantastic, and I highly recommend Casa Felix. I’m talking about the closed doors due to the holidays. In the United States, businesses take advantage of holidays for making a buck, but not so in Buenos Areas. On the up side, I was surprised to discover that locals celebrate with firecrackers on Christmas Eve and New Year’s Eve, and the rooftop of our place turned out to be a great place for watching them.

Toward the end of our trip, I wrote the poem I call “Whatever Travel.” Maybe I should have called it “No Problem” because I noticed people in Buenos Aires said that a lot.

Now back at home at my computer, I put the words to crazy type. The typography itself communicates the unpredictability of travel. The intention with the type is also to slow down your reading, just like a trip might slow you down and help you see things in a new way. I’ve uploaded a few versions of the poem on Lightquotes.com and Crated.com/lightquotes.

¡Chau!