Buenos Aires Revisited: A Year Later
Returning to Buenos Aires a year after my last visit felt like slipping into a familiar yet ever-changing narrative. This time, I stayed closer to the heart of the old city, near San Telmo, a neighborhood where cobblestones whisper stories of a bygone era. Here, history looms large in the towering architecture—majestic old buildings, relics of Argentina’s golden age, standing resilient amid the city’s tumultuous present. Among the clamor of a city grappling with economic decay, I glimpsed moments of perseverance, even joy. Lively cafes and street-side bars were filled with chatter and laughter, people clinking glasses and savoring the simple pleasure of a beer on a warm evening. It was life, as Ian Malcolm so aptly put it, "finding a way." Yet, as I wandered the city’s labyrinthine streets, I noticed subtle shifts. Something I hadn’t paid attention to before—the rise in obesity. It struck me as a silent marker of change, a potential byproduct of economic strain. Perhaps the...