To sum it all up: Buenos Aires is what you choose to see.
I’ve been here nearly 20 years. First came the honeymoon — everything felt magical. Then the reality check. Then something more real. A mix. Good and bad. Beauty and chaos. But mostly, a lot of heart.
I’ve got in-laws who’d give you the shirt off their back (and practically did when times were tough). Asados that last all day. Quinceañeras that go on until 8am. With dancing, singing, crying. And grandma is always there until the very end. Sobremesas that go on for hours, just talking, deeply connecting. There’s a kind of magic in all of it. And to those who can't see that, I'm sorry for you. Truly.
And honestly? I don’t know many places where people with so little give so much. I’ve offered food to folks on the street. They’ve turned it down and offered me a beer. When my elderly parents had COVID, their primary doctor stayed with us on WhatsApp 24/7. Reviewed multiple test results. Gave advice. Spoke to the attending ER docs. Never sent a bill.
We’re not in a utopia. Far from it. But choosing to see the good — while knowing the bad — isn’t naive. It’s intentional.
And to those who truly can’t see the good? Change your lenses. And if you can't manage that, I gently suggest finding another city.