Ser Porteña

Walking down the street named "Bolivar" in Buenos Aires, peering into open doors while being hustled along the crowd down the bustling street of businessmen in dark summer suits, students with large architecture portfolios bound by weathered leather straps, and old women sipping on grandfather's musty pipe while sneaking glances at children bouncing glass marbles on the cool, tiled floors, I comfortably ease into the quotidian porteño rhythm. Buenos Aires, I am fully here and fully yours.