Buenos Aires = Grandma.

Buenos Aires is...everything I expected, and that is because I chose not to expect anything...

I didn´t listen when people told me what they thought about the country or its people and here I am being treated like an old friend, learning how to speak a totally different style of Spanish (¨Castellano¨ it is refered to here, because, let´s be honest, that´s what it is) and meeting people from all over the world, WHILE dancing tango.

Just beautiful.

And nuts:

To sum it up I have learned that life (or God or the Universe, whatever you believe in) truly supports you and gives you just what you need when you need it and don´t know where to get it from:

The smallest thing from meeting an 80 year-old man - Ruben - in the botanical garden who sang me Tango and Bolero simply because his philosophy in life is centered upon meeting people and finding out how his music makes them feel...to being invited this afternoon to eat the most delicious empanadas for lunch as I opened up and found solace in the kind and understanding employees here at my hostel when I found out my Grandma had passed away.

Two different forms of lending a ¨helping hand¨in which people find the best ways possible to bridge cultural differences and life issues, but equally beautiful.

I am ever grateful to these people for allowing me to feel I am loved and supported, even as far away from my loved ones as I am.

And Erick - you deserve a major shout-out as well: Thank You. You support me in more ways that I can explain.

I love you, Grandma. I love you, family.

And I love you, Buenos Aires. Thank you for being more than I could have expected.