When I arrived Buenos Aires three weeks ago, it was greyish everywhere. Greyish builidings, greyish skies, barren parks and leafless trees, everyone walking around with black overcoats. It was winter.
I woke up this morning and took a walk on the streets and can't help but notice a change. Its as if a painter splashed some colours on the dull canvas. He added green to the trees and park; made the sky blue again, dotted the streets with bright colours on people. Yellow and orange big umbrellas setup outside cafes, the walkways littered with people enjoying a sip of cafesito. The city looks more cheerful, brighter and younger.
The harshest of winter has passed, and spring is arriving.
Like the colours of Buenos Aires. I'm settling down fine; everyday is a better day.
