I took a walk through the central city on Friday, in part to see the heart of Buenos Aires and in part to locate my university. Starting Monday I’ll be an estudiante de la universidad de Buenos Aires. My regimen will be a two-hour class four days out of the week. They are sorely needed, I must admit.
The city center is bustling, loud, and fast. Most side streets are one-way and narrow. Buses and cars pour through, belching purple smoke and shuddering. I was overstimulated despite being a city dweller. I had to slip away for some peace, so I ducked into a cafe across from the school of language.
One of the sweet and endearing practices of the area is that waiters bring you a small glass of bubbly water and a cookie or sweet to savor with your coffee. I’ve been ordering a cafe con leche, coffee with milk, because I’ve an affinity for a larger serving. The espresso is quite good, though. No surprise, the less touristy cafes have the best baristas.
The porteno (Buenos Aires local) breakfast is the medialuna, which is a sweet croissant. I ordered two with cheese. I like the name for the croissants which I translate to mean “half moon” which is a romantic name for a pastry.
I’ve always had a cavalier attitude as a pedestrian in the city. In fact, I’ve run gonzo through DC and suburban intersections, knowing that pedestrians rule in the end. Here–not so much. It seems to be a game (thrill?) to hit pedestrians. As much bravado as I had in DC, I am quite prudent and submissive to all porteno drivers. A mini van just barely missed me while I briskly neared the curb today, and I had the walk signal.