I went alone to Buenos Aires. First, I was scared about travelling by myself, but I was convinced that was an experience that I had to do.
When I arrived in Buenos Aires, the first thing that I did was taking an autobus in Retiro to the house of my friend who let me stay in her house. I remember that I saw the streets and people through the bus' windows and felt nervous and anxious to know the city.
My first three days in Buenos Aires were so reflexive, because I was alone and having so much time with myself, thinking about life, the things that I like, the incredible who was staying in a different city and more.
In my fourth day in Buenos Aires, someone came to the house, Sebastián. Seba was a Chilean boy who lived in the house. When I met him, it was good because he became my friend and showed me a lot of things of the city that I didn't know, like Guerrin (the best pizza shop in the city); a gelateria called Cadore; the library El Ateneo, and some bars in El Abasto and San Telmo.
Also, I knew Cami and Martu, two Argentinian girls who had so much in common with me. When I knew they we went to a concert from Las Ligas Menores and we drank fernet with coca cola till the dawn. Another day, with Cami went to a Jam de poesía femininja, that was a kind of concert of feminist poetry, with music and wine, and the next day we went to a big concert where I saw a band that I like so much called Tobogán Andaluz.
The twenty days that I was in Buenos Aires were really magic, I drank so much beer, ate pizza, knew how to take bus around the city, met new places, museums, people, etc.
