We got in a taxi at Calle Florida, a very touristy part of Buenos Aires, and we asked to go to San Telmo, another touristy area. Luis, our driver, started giving us a little tour and some history on the way. Some cab drivers really want tourists to enjoy their time here, and so many others just like to talk.
A lot of the time, the conversations are so good, we don’t want the ride to end. We feel like we’re paying for conversations, not taxi rides.
We already know a lot about this city, since we’ve been here for four months, but there’s always more to learn. The bounced around as we drove over a cobbled street and Luis told us that the embedded rails were old trolley tracks. We already knew that from New York.
Luis, Our Cab Driver, Shares His Personal Moment
We had to lean forward to hear Luis better. He was remembering when he was a boy. His family lived in an abandoned trolley car that his father found and fixed up to make livable. Dan asked about bathrooms and Luis said there were community bathrooms for them.
We arrived but we sat in the taxi, listening to the rest of the story. Three people were waiting for us to get out so they could have the taxi.
Luis’ father grew up on the streets but a woman took him in. She taught him to work hard and to have values, and his father instilled those values in Luis and his two sisters. One sister became a clothing designer and the other sister became a teacher. Luis became an electrician and saved money to have his own taxi.
The woman who raised his father, Luis said, changed all of their lives. One person can have such an impact.
This was a story of gratitude, not sadness.
There’s still one functioning trolley in Buenos Aires. It’s a historic loop for tourists but we know of several natives here who have taken it.
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