We've officially been here two months now. Two incredibly fast months filled with an intensity that I have never before been witness too. A great deal of energy is required to start a business or buy a home even when you're in a place you've known all your life, but when you do both of those things at the same time, and do them in an entirely different country, the patience and energy required is even greater.
Within the first week of our arrival here a friend of ours told us to get out of the city every 4 or 5 weeks. He warned us to be careful because the city can wear you out. His advice, as I imagine it would in any big city, held a great deal of truth. Buenos Aires moves fast, and to survive you have to move fast within it.
Our first chance to escape the city came a week ago. We boarded a ferry and took a one hour trip across the Rio de la Plata to Uruguay. There in a small town named Colonia, on the other side of the river, we found relief from the noise and fast paced energy of the city.
As we sat on the grass in the sun, near the river's rocky shore, my thoughts were able to drift into the peace of the moment. No car horns. No squealing bus breaks. No phone. No computer. Just the sound of the waves. The rich brown water of this mighty river conjured up images of the Mississippi. And the warmth of the dry sun was reminiscent of a San Diego spring. There wasn't much going on there, but that is exactly why I was so fond of this small river town in the Southern Hemisphere.
One of the most interesting parts of the trip for me came on our ferry ride back to Buenos Aires. As we pulled into the port, returning from our first excursion out of the city, I had a feeling come over me that we were coming home. Home - it's such an interesting word when you think about it. It is often easy to call a place home, but it's entirely different to feel like a place is home, and for the first real time without forcing it, that's how I felt about the city. For the first time, I was coming home.