I stink a while.

"Well, I put down a good amount of deodorant this morning
And I found that I could drown a bit of peace of mind.
'Cause it's no secret that to a some degree,
they are going to have to see you sweat.
Strong enough for a man, do what you can,
to keep me soft and dry, I stink a while."
JM-Running.

The stink a while part is quite true. I headed to Buenos Aires this past Monday, for just a 24 hours trip to see Mr. Jason Mraz in concert. Well, fast forward to me staying there all week, yeah, this morning when back I stunk, a while.
The show was quite incredible, 4 thousand screaming fans, including the expected crazy girl, running into stage, freaking out JM and being escorted out by security. To talk about his music it's like "dancing for architecture" it won't accomplish anything. Just hear it.
That amazing city is such a beautiful place, even its ugly sides are beautiful in all its pain.
The people are amazing, the food is delectable. Have a favorite place called "Pretty Girls" (in English) and besides an amazing staff and food I just find it hilarious. The place is called "Pretty Girls" has an all male staff and the age average is about 45-50 years old. Another reason to love it.
I have been thinking as always about a lot of things. It seems that being surrounded by people from so many different countries and backgrounds stimulates me. It is also weird, when in the States I have been surrounded by the same amount of people from so many different places. It got me thinking, why is it different here. And I don't have an answer for that.
It might be that here people take the time to talk, to sit down with you, to walk with you. To tell you their dreams and hopes and their longing for home. It might be that now I am the one taking the time to listen. It might be both.
Regardless, each face was a friend, each handshake or kiss a promise, each smile, hope.
Go out there, be a friend, a smile, hope to all those in your way today, and everyday. I will do the same.