On my last day in Buenos Aires – I can only say “how time flies when you are having fun!” I did not want to leave, nor don’t feel like getting out of my comfy bed. It was nice and warm. I could stay here all day. Outside, it was raining cats and dogs. It seems that it has never stopped raining all night long. What’s the Universe message here for me – stay inside?  Vegetate? I feel full either way. But it’s my last day in Buenos Aires and who knows if there will be another opportunity to come back again, but when? Carpe Diem Juliet! Get your butt out of bed.

The famous Yellow Bus (Photo from TripAdvisor.Com)

I heard someone mentioned that the Yellow Bus is the best way to see town. But it’s really raining hard and I notice the double decker yellow bus has no roof.  I remembered the time I was in New York. I was there twice within a three-month period. One by myself and the next was with two daughters Catherine and Michelle. Our “all-girls-only yearly get away.” I was on my own then but managed to go downtown Manhattan with Luba, a sweet lady form Alberta and another seminar attendee  who also has to catch a flight that afternoon. I’m in a similar boat now in Buenos Aires . My flight leaves early morning the following day.  I have very little time left. I have yet to see part of town and the tango. Yellow Bus it is! Go Juliet make the most of your time.

The bus stops at different section in town with major points of interest – including La Boca, Costanera Sur, Plaza Italia, and La Recoleta. For only 70 Argentinian pesos, it is a popular treat for tourists, and each passenger is provided with a headset that allows them to choose from 12 different languages. English of course for me! The rain continue its downpour, and I did not have interest in getting off and getting out except on one stop – to visit once again the La Recoleta Cemetery. For some reason I took so many photograph of this place more than any part of the city I believe. After being diagnosed with cancer two years ago, my soul somehow wants me to connect to my mortality, to remind me how precious my life is. I only live once, to do, to have, do the things I want to do, be the person I want to be, have the experience I want to have, because I have only one life to live.

Riding on a Yellow Bus on a rainy day is a metaphor for life. Do you just let the day pass you by, afraid that the rain may pour down on you? Or go despite the challenges and the comfort of staying stationary to see what is out there? You will be amazed if you choose the latter, because the sights and sounds of the city will be worth your try and penny.