A possible return to Buenos Aires?

(Photo: Opera Bay (club), Buenos Aires). Yes, I'm all fired up with enthusiasm for my latest slightly demented scheme. A few months ago, I read somewhere that properties in Bulgaria are remarkably cheap, and subsequently spent an afternoon happily hopping about the internet in pursuit of the idyllic abode. Indeed, for a mere fifteen thousand pounds, one can have a home in the mountains that is not unlike pictures frequently seen on the front of chocolate boxes (albeit with a decided lack of functioning bathroom, but all fixable). In one of my inspirational flashes yesterday, I suddenly realised that hang on - I don't actually have to get a job when I finish university in June, nor do I need to scrabble around applying for funded Phd placements. I could invest my time, brains and energies in a far more worthwhile and productive project: buy a property in Bulgaria, sit around in it for a few years, and then sell it at a profit. Flawless.
This plan obviously rapidly developed to me living in a suitably sumptuous villa on Capri, but I managed to reign myself in and think logically about this. I don't want a job - not your ordinary 9 til 5 office-oriented job, nor can I see myself working as a 'landscape gardener', joyfully embracing the outdoors and associated elements. Neither am I desperate to launch myself into the loving arms of academia, where I will shuffle dejectedly from conference hall to conference hall, raising my head briefly to try to inspire a group of undergrads who care even less about Chaucer and Chekhov than I do. Obviously, I need to find a third alternative (a realistic one - I'm guessing that 'winning the lottery' and 'marrying rich' aren't really that likely). Investing my money - and a portion of some of my relatives' bank accounts - in an apartment in Buenos Aires is absolutely the best idea to date. I get to live in what is simply the most awesome city in the world, surrounded by delectable people, and an entire continent begging for me to explore further.
And before you start to turn your nose up, dear reader, and complain about such and such - remember this, you could get free accommodation out of me. So be nice. Trust me on this one, Buenos Aires is absolutely worth it.