Everything about this city makes me happy.
I am admittedly biased. I'm coming off a tougher-than-expected month in Uruguay. From a tiny hotel room, no kitchen, and subpar food to a place that feels decidedly luxe.
Any upgrade will feel like an incredible treat. And oh, is Buenos Aires an upgrade.
I love the lemonade, infused with ginger and mint.
I love the patios, covered in house plants.
I love the colorful buildings and wrought iron gates.
I love the little scruffy dogs and the cats that sit in windowsills.
I love the breezy weather.
I love the abundance of green space.
I love the vines climbing up the buildings.
I love the rooftop pool, perfect for post-work bonding sessions.
I love the corner panaderías and their croissants, 5 pesos each.
I love the tree-line cobblestoned streets.
I love the boutiques, filled with beautifully tailored pants and buttery leather jackets.
I love the dinners alfresco and postres de helado artisinal.
I love the 25-minute walk to our workspace, time when I get to appreciate and experience all of the above.