It was warm outside, a pleasant temperature that was just shy of hot. It was strange to go from a chilly spring in Toronto to a warm fall in Buenos Aires. The sky here was clear and brilliantly blue. Nita felt like her body had whiplash from all the different countries and temperatures she’d been through in the past week.

“Where are we going?” Fabricio asked.

Nita took out her phone and checked her Airbnb reservation. “Here. It’s just south of Plaza de Mayo on the map.”

“Monserrat? San Telmo?” Fabricio looked over her shoulder and pointed south. “Ah. I see. That way.”

Nita wasn’t thrilled about letting him lead, but he knew where he was going, and she followed their progress on an offline map to ensure they were heading the right direction.

As she walked, she turned her attention from the buildings to the people. They were tall. Much taller than she’d expected, taller than anywhere else she’d been in Latin America. Fabricio and his gangly height fit right in.

The people were also, for the most part, whiter than she was used to seeing. Toronto had been a diverse city, lots of people from all over—at least, the central parts she’d been in. Lima had been primarily full of people whose skin was varying shades of brown, interspersed with dollops of white, black, and Asian people.

Buenos Aires was much whiter than both of those cities. Many people were white or had the slightly browned skin that people called “olive” or “tan” in the Mediterranean, and “ethnic” if they were from outside of Europe. There were certainly plenty of people who weren’t white on the streets, but it was less than Nita would have expected, given their location.

Fabricio blended in easily with the other people in Buenos Aires, as did Nita, her mixed heritage making her fit in for once. Kovit stood out a lot.

Kovit noticed it too. “Great. I can be one of three Asians in the city.”

“I’m sure there’s more than three,” Nita said, though she didn’t see anyone else in their immediate area.

Fabricio agreed. “There’s a whole Chinatown.”

Kovit looked around at the people walking on the street. “Yeah, not in this area.” He shifted uncomfortably. “I feel . . . conspicuous.”

No one seemed to be staring at Kovit, which was what usually happened to Nita when she went somewhere that wasn’t used to people who looked like her. Which probably didn’t make Kovit any more comfortable about standing out, but at least no one was being openly rude.