To Buenos Aires, with Love (2): My room at Marcelo T. de Alvear

This is my new hotel’s room at Marcelo T. de Alvear street. It was better than the other room they put me in, which only view I had was another building’s wall and a carpet floor that looked unhygienic. Lucky me. The air-con didn’t work so I was moved into this room. “You’d better use this…

To Buenos Aires, with Love (1) : an evening at Nonna Bianca

I determine to make my pilgrimage back to South America. The continent spelled a charm on me. Never before that my scrapbook been filled up so quick. It was raining on my last night in Buenos Aires. The carnaval was cancelled. There was no street tango at 8 p.m. as supposed to. I guess that…