Why Maggie Coleman Should Spend Time in Buenos Aires

Today as I cafe-hopped, read Hemingway and, generally speaking, concerned myself with being a massive cliché, I pondered my next blog post. My new living arrangements? The nightlife in Buenos Aires? Empanadas? All of these are blog-worthy subjects and I was intent on describing to you the scene outside of my apartment (destroyed pet owners waiting nervously outside the 24-hour emergency veterinary clinic) when one of the many ice cream delivery vespas in the city zoomed by my curbside table. That's right: vespas with freezer boxes on the back that zip around the city-center delivering helado to all their loyal customers. Seeing as there is an heladeria on every other corner in this city (literally five within a four block radius of my apartment) the need for a delivery system is quite a testament to the importance of this foodstuff in the city. One might be tempted to compare it to potatoes in Ireland in the late 1800s, but that would be a ridiculous hyperbole I guess. The point, however, is that if you are having an ice cream emergency, your neighborhood heladeria is there to save you. Rain or shine. This service, along with the prevalence of fine leather goods (bags and shoes!) stores in this city make me think that Maggie Coleman really should pay Buenos Aires a visit ;)