Easter, the time of year to be rightfully emotional over pastel candy, football-sized chocolate eggs, and baked goods. This baked plateau of velvety emotion is rosca de Pascua, a delightful Easter bread topped with various nuts and dried fruits. It is found in every bakery in this city.
This is my first time living in a city with a subterranean transit system. The experience of the subway leaves me feeling far from subterranean. Quite the contrary.For over a year now, I have ridden it regularly. Some days composed. Some days teary-eyed. Many days just watching.
But I don’t watch my phone. The subway moments just feel too worldly to miss. Everyone different, everyone the same. Fluorescent-luminated nonverbal exchanges. Bumps. Judgment. Analysis. Begging. Yes, worldly. A-sometimes-teary-eyed, sometimes-munching-a-Bon-o-Bon, many-times-watching-you kind of wordly gal. And this is only my first stop.
Makeshift barrios exist in many hugely populated cities worldwide, often built close to and under highways, and Buenos Aires is no exception. Started nearly a centry ago, this tin town is known as Villa 31, and can be seen along a huge stretch of freeway as motorists enter the city. It was my first time seeing a city like this as the car whizzed along, and I took as many pictures as I could.
The Four Seasons Hotel, pictured here, overlooks Villa 31. Many celebrities, including Madonna, have stayed in the middle suite over the years.