Kissy Kissy Kissy - Argentinean PDAs

While Paris had its conical shrubbery and crepes as elements that defined the city's cultural identity and life force (yes, I think that shrubs and crepes are indeed that powerful), Buenos Aires has its dulce de leche (which is on just about everything you could imagine, it pops up every where in your food), beef, and kissy kissy kiss kiss. Oh, yeah, I should add dog poop (you knew it was coming). Definitely dog poop. But especially kissy kissy kiss kiss, all over the place. Everyone in Buenos Aires is in love, or at the very least pretending to be. And the porteño couples have established a united front of public displays of affection in locales everywhere. Perhaps it is because it is technically late spring early summer and, as we all know, this is the time for young chicks and roosters to find each other and blissfully unite for a series of swingin' eves at the coop, so to speak. All I know is that eveywhere I go, I am either in danger of stepping into doggy doo or another Argentinean makeout session and I must admit, I am not sure which one makes me more uncomfortable. Don't get me wrong, I am all about love. It's just that sometimes I like to promenade through pretty parks, fair grounds, pancho stands (pancho = hot dog, isn't that great?) tree-lined streets, or traffic-circles (yes, they've taken control of the traffic circles) without kissy kiss kiss in my path. But, alas, I will survive the porteño pdas and even the often poopified streets and still live to love this city for ever more, because the place has a solid spirit, perhaps even because of the poop and such. Who knows? Kissy kissy kiss kiss! Poop! (How old am I exactly?)