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Poor, rebellious, tacky, artistic, touristy, dangerous, resilient, famous, independent; all apply to Buenos Aires wildest quarter. Some say La Boca (The Mouth in Spanish) is the beating heart of the Argentinian capital. Still, I have good friends who are fans of Boca’s archnemesis River Plate, and I wouldn’t want to piss them off. So, without telling them, I quietly went to check it out myself. Should you?
Being alone, all by yourself can be eerie. You look around and see no one, just a gigantic roaring section of the Iguazu Falls. You may think to yourself “This doesn’t make any sense. I probably shouldn’t be here”. A deep voice inside you may whisper “How couldn’t you see the ‘no entry’ sign. Someone is surely on his way to get you”.
All I was thinking was “Holy ****! This is just too good to be true”.
Thank god I didn’t pinch myself.
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