The Last Leg

Trip Start Mar 11, 2009
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Trip End May 06, 2009


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Wednesday, May 6, 2009

If I listened to anything anyone ever said about some of the places I've been, I wouldn't go anywhere. I would sit in my house with the door locked and the blinds closed. Last night I was reflecting on the image I had of Buenos Aires,  before I came here, as a city full of knife-wielding thieves bent on leaving gashes in your flesh and nothing in your pockets. I was told it was Very Dangerous and if it could be avoided, it should. If I had listened to that advice, I never would have discovered a culture that prides itself on being passionately in love with life, being inclusive and dancing like nobody's watching! To leave out Buenos Aires when traveling in Argentina, in my opinion, is to leave the red out of a painting of a sunset. Just tragic.

I don't think I'm particularily brave. I'm just aware - life is risky! Living is dangerous! I didn't find that being in Buenos Aires made those facts any more real. Walking around the city, I'm struck by the vibrance and exuberance Buenos Aires breathes. I don't feel threatened or afraid. Maybe it's because I think when I walk and when I think I tend to frown, so maybe I'm just intimidating to look at out on the street. Haha! In any case, like anywhere, you just need to be more aware of your surroundings when you're alone and especially at night but I didn't find Buenos Aires to be a Big Bad City. Maybe it's just misunderstood.

"You're going home today!" The girls in my dorm room seem more excited than I am. (And I'm pretty excited.) "Are you excited or sad?"

I'm both. My feet may be sore, my bones may ache, I may worry that my skin will never be the same (don't even ask me what it's doing - I couldn't even tell you what's going on there) and I may have to burn all the clothes I've been wearing for the last two months but it's been....well... when I try to describe the last two months coupled with the previous thirteen, I come up empty. I'm overwhelmed. It's been too much - in a good way.

Seeing as I'm not settling in Toronto (like originally planned), it looks like I'm not quite done being a nomadic gypsy. (Note - if you have a couch, I will probably be on it at some point!) And I'm looking forward to rediscovering the city that claimed my heart all those years ago and loving up everyone I've so sorely missed while I've been on this crazy adventure.

I called this entry "The Last Leg" because it is both the last leg of the journey on my way to building myself a (another) home - finally - and I literally am, physically, on my last legs! I feel like I've walked circles around the world and it's definitely time to put my feet up.

I feel, too, that I have more brewing under my skin. More words shifting around in there but the letters are running off by themselves instead of forming coherent sentences to say what I mean. I'm inundated with emotions about the last seventeen months of my life and I can't seem to mold them into anything eloquent enough to put on paper. So, I'll let them brew longer and see what I possibly come up with down the line.

Until then, adios Buenos Aires, it really has been too much.
See you soon, Toronto!!
xox K
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