Happiness is the new black

I honestly think that it should be prohibited by law to be as happy as I currently am. Even now, that autumn has arrived to the Argentinean capital, and the number of rainy days overcomes the sunny ones, there’s still that summer warmth in my heart. 

After four months of living in the capital of tango, still haven’t found anything slightly disturbing about the city or its lovely, smiley habitants.  Rain or sun, summer or winter, life is sweet as dulce de leche in Buenos Aires.

Sometimes, I walk on the streets, pretending to be angry with the world, just to see if people would respond differently to me, being more aggressive, but all I get in return are lovely smiles, and wonderful words. It’s no secret that my heart is unconditionally and irrevocably in loved with Buenos Aires, and the problem with romantic souls as I, is that it takes an eternity to make us forget those who have managed to get to our heart. Really, don’t want to fall out of love with the Argentinean capital, but on the other hand, I’m afraid that she too, as Rome, will only break my heart while leaving her behind.

Before coming here, I was convinced that the modern times imply no more Affairs to Remember or true Love Stories, but I was wrong; had both an Affair to Remember and a Love Story, while my mind was Gone with the Wind, for a wonderfully amazing city, which made me a better, more positive person.

Buenos Aires is imprinted forever on me.

P.S..: I found it absolutely fantastic that even Diet Coke here, has the logo with Disfrutar tu vida esta’ bueno!