A Crappy Entry

Sitting in a hot dog shop, drinking a beer last night, it occurred to me that Buenos Aires is everything that my parents generation wanted from Europe in the 70s. It's interesting, cheap and overflowing with nightlife. Walking around you can see all the old architecture, and while I know that Argentina isn't as old of a country as my own, it seems to exude a greater historical importance than the cities I know. I think it's largely because I have this European construct of an important city and from which it is hard to break free. I would think that the American style of life is better but somehow I've been taught to associate culture with cafés and that is nothing more than eating food on the street. I'm not sure how this came to be, you'd think I'd pick something a little more sophisticated (I was about to bring up plaza, but that's just really drinking in the street). Maybe I should have picked Museums, but everywhere has museum. All big cities have museums, that's just a part of big city life, you get to see the work of dead people if you like. But where the big important cities separate themselves is in the café style. You can't eat on the sidewalk in tiny little towns. There's no room, or the sidewalks are dirty (or in South America's case just dirt). True civilization springs from the ability to say, "hey, I can eat on the sidewalk if I want".

I"m having a hard time thinking I'll write later.