I arrived this morning to the Ezeiza airport on time and in reasonable condition. I was still clutching my magical talisman–a gift of a tourmaline beaded bracelet representing safe travels from Melissa. It worked. The flight wasn’t uncomfortable at all.
E. took a bus to the airport and arranged a driver back north into the city. The driver zipped and dashed past motorcyclists and moped riders. I forget how prudent DC cab drivers can be compared to the rest of the world.
The flora alongside the highway reminded me of Fiji a little–lush, green, and tropical. Getting closer to the city, the landscape was littered with tall apartment skyscrapers. However, there is no standardization. Many of the complexes looked stripped and distressed in this part of town. Balconys are everywhere–a standard luxury. Our little balcony looks over a courtyard shared by multiple complexes. I hear green parrots in the trees but can’t see them yet.
Our apartment building is located in the Palermo neighborhood which is middle class and pretty safe. The building pool can be called a “sitting pool,” as it looks like the place you turn to when life is roasting in the city. The building also has a humble exercise room. The neighborhood reminds me of Europe, as it’s bustling with multi colored, non chain stores dotting the street.