The barrio (neighbourhood) Palermo was next on our list. Green spaces as far as the eye could see made this place a dream. Streets lined with grande and unique trees, sidewalks scattered with locals doing one thing or another - caring for injured pigeons or petting lost cats. We knocked on hollow trees, trees full of water, trees we couldn´t see the top of. We found Buenos Aires ´central park´, full of Spanish rollerblade masters and families packed into bicycle cars making their way around the wide pedestrian path. In the middle, a huge body of water, and here and there some rowboats - a father rowing his son, a couple taking turns, white and spotted ducks splashing around. Finally I feel at home. But alas, not home. Still only a tourist. Tel vez una dia...
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