It’s a Jungalow in Here: Buenos Aires Rooftop Studio Apartment
Living in the center of a big city, there’s nothing quite as comforting as coming home to my own little space. Recently, I found a studio to meet the need.
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Living in the center of a big city, there’s nothing quite as comforting as coming home to my own little space. Recently, I found a studio to meet the need.
We pulled onto the sand pathway that leads to nothing but Cariló and the Atlantic Ocean, and I knew one thing: I’d be spending the whole week barefoot. Cariló is tucked away in a manmade forest about 225 miles south of Buenos Aires. Throughout the stay, I kept trying to draw comparisons to familiar places. Culturally, its reminiscent of California’s Carmel-by-the-Sea — think linen pants and crisp white wine and Restoration Hardware. But the sand streets! The beachside forests! The sunrises! Cariló, from the ground up, is unique.
When photographing a proposal, you’re standing witness to a couple’s decision to spend their lives together, and they’ll forever relive the memory through your eyes. No pressure, right?
When I’m not running 30 minutes late, I love walking to work. More than riding my bike or taking the bus, it gives me time to wake up and observe my surroundings. Here are some things I pass along the way.
John and Sherine met four years ago, and it’s still up for debate who made the first move. They were introduced through friends but didn’t really get to know each other until a New Year’s Eve hotel party. Although they’d gone to the party separately, they ended up alone on a level with casual jazz music and easy conversation. Not the party they’d expected, but not too shabby either.
I cried when I first saw it. Huddled inside a bouncing raft, we were rounding the bend when Iguazú Falls opened up before us. The waterfall system, divided between Argentina and Brazil, is the largest in the world. Its name “Iguazú” comes from the Guarani or Tupi words meaning “water” and “big.” Straightforward. Accurate. Precisely the only thing on my mind.
Never having lived in the center of a big city, I’m still tickled by the concept of delivery. I place my order on an app, pour a glass of wine and then, like a friend I’ve always wanted, someone on a motorcycle arrives 30 minutes later with my food in hand. But not all deliveries are created equal.
Whether you’re visiting Buenos Aires or hosting friends for a bit, it can be tricky to pack the best of this city into just ten days.
I would be remiss to begin any conversation about food in Argentina without first discussing its meat. As a longtime vegetarian, I never craved beef, and I considered steak to be the chewy brown stuff best dipped into mashed potatoes or smothered in sauces. And then I moved to Argentina.
During my first two weeks in Buenos Aires, I lived like an empanada-eating vagabond and did nothing more than check off my list of must-see museums, parks, cafes and city landmarks. Here’s the shortlist.