You Might Be in Buenos Aires If:

Your teacher shows up 20 minutes late to class, and doesn't apologize.

You’re in the gym dressing room, and 4 out of 5 women have fake boobs.

In 75 degree weather, people are still wearing full length mink coats, scarves, boots, and sunglasses.

You’re on the bus, and there are 4 sickeningly beautiful couples swapping spit.

You’re in the boliche (club) for less than five minutes and 17 Portenos have already tried to kiss you.

You’ve stepped in dog shit today. Twice.

You don't eat dinner until 930, and you don't go out to the clubs until 2 am. 

You take a nap in between the two ^. 

Food delivery is FREE!

The men have long hair, and are prettier than the women.

Every single piece of graffiti is political.

Every fight you hear is political.

All your classes are political.

90% of your conversations end up being political.

The babies are fat and so cute you could die.

Calle is “cah-shay” and llaves are “chaw-vays.”

You go to the park and people are doing one of two things: rollerblading or drinking mate.

The most expensive bottle of red on the menu is 15 USD.

Likewise, the steaks are massive and unbelievably cheap.

You hear this phrase at least once a week: “Well, my parents are Italian, but I am argentine. (I love this)

People are having a picnic on the side of the highway. 

When you say “gracias," the person responds with “NOOOO Por favor”

There are a million kioscos (street convenient store) and they are the most useful thing ever once the stores have closed at 10pm.

Somewhere, there is always a soccer game on.

They salt their food four times, sometimes five.

You’ve eaten 12 medialunas (moon shaped pastry heaven) and 3 empanadas.  In one day.

Three people today have pulled their eye lid toward their cheek, widened their eyes and said, “cuidado.” (Be careful)

You wake up every morning without fail, to a drill sawing deep into your forehead—or more accurately: construction.

The people are beautiful. (Honestly, all of them)

Christina, the current president, is hanging everywhere you go: and the pictures could definitely use a little photoshopping. 

There are hundreds of book stores.

And boutiques—all empty (sadly) but great for window shopping.

The streets are cobblestone and always full of life.

When sun comes out and the temperature rises, the city comes alive—a sign of spring, of love, of the Porteno culture: social, loud, exciting, and posh.