Chapter 14December 27–29: Ramon
Once I got over the fact that I’d be spending my last day in Buenos Aires alone (achieved in part by reminding myself that I’d expected to be there alone for the entire time), I decided it was my day to do three big tourist things. The Casa Rosada, the National Historical Museum, and the Plaza de Mayo. A day to pretend I never met Angie, a day to accumulate experiences that I could talk about without ever mentioning him.
They were good experiences. I found myself starting conversations with people at all three places, ending up at a café with a family from Spain, telling them about Los Angeles. They asked if it was like Buenos Aires.
I couldn’t help a slight eek face. “Not much,” I admitted. “The California city that’s more like Buenos Aires is San Diego.
