Since I yo-yo up and down every year, I miss Buenos Aires every year.
The things I miss-
My friends- I have so many smart creative friends in Argentina, ranging from 20 something to 80 something. I enjoy talking, eating, and thinking with them all the time and miss it when I am not there. Artists, musicians, journalists, industrial designers, fashion designers, architects, chefs, poets, filmmakers, curators, professors, dancers, blacksmiths, political activists- I have friends from all kinds of fields who work hard, contribute to society, and are a lot of fun to be with.
The city itself- I love the architecture, the boulevards, the bookstores, the galerias, the stroll down Avenida de Mayo, or Santa Fe, browsing in Once, the museums, the parks, and just wandering in general.
The music- when I am in Buenos Aires, I go see live music as often as 3 times a week. Half the time, its free, and, even when I pay, its seldom as much as 200 pesos. The cheapest shows in the USA are double that, big names can often be ten times that. Music in Buenos Aires is wide ranging in style and type, accessible, and everybody is friendly. I have become friends with promoters and musicians, just by showing up again and again. I get treated like a friend, which simply does not happen at venues in the USA, where everything is about money.
The food- I know, most people disagree with me about this. But I miss fugazzeta, mate, fernet, empanadas, and choris. I miss having 5 different choices to walk and get fresh pasta daily. I miss the meat, of course, but also the more creative non-meat places that are popping up all over. I cook a fair amount in Buenos Aires, but I also eat great food from restaurants and bakeries and bars pretty often, and much cheaper than it costs me where I live in the Pacific Northwest.
The stuff- due to geographic and political/economic isolation, Argentina has more crazy old things, of all types, than most places. Tuppeware, Target, H&M and Walmart have not covered the land in cheap chinese plastic. I see, everyday, stone, metal, wood, leather, fabric, ceramics and glass, most handmade, ranging from last week to a century old. I see antiques all the time, mid century modern furniture, vintage clothing, old cars, and all kinds of interesting historical objects that are rare and expensive in the USA. Doesnt mean I buy em all- in fact, I only collect a few things, like, say, Pinguinos- but I enjoy living in a place where things are kept, and repaired, rather than constantly tossed for the latest piece of crap that will be obsolete next year. I eat off of 50 year old plates, drink from glasses from the 50s, sit on chairs that are older than I am, and once in a while get to ride in a BMW Isetta.