A Quote by Facundo Pieres

Buenos Aires is less than an hour's drive from the ranch, and in the evening, we might meet friends for dinner there. I get recognised a bit, but I'm lucky that polo isn't as popular as other sports.
We all sign up where you might get hurt. That's what makes this league a little bit different than any other in professional sports.
Brazil was beastly but Buenos Aires the best. Not Tiffany's, but almost.
The first time I played was in Buenos Aires - was in 1983. The dictatorship was in position.
Sometimes Buenos Aires is not so safe. You are scared to have someone behind you at night.
I meditate an hour in the morning and an hour in the evening. Once a year I go away for a long retreat. And overall, I just feel more comfortable in my own skin and less anxious, less sad, less fearful.
Derby day in Buenos Aires is completely crazy and those sort of experiences have shaped me.
I know all of the antiques stores in Buenos Aires. I've been in every one of them, picking things out.
When I'm at home, I do get recognised more often, and I don't need to be in sports clothes to be recognised, which is different.
The two cities I've found very hard to leave in my life were New York and Buenos Aires.
I was born in Argentina where polo is popular, and my father always loved horses, so he encouraged me to play. He's the main reason I started to play polo and get involved with the sport.
Buenos Aires is easily one of the most stylish cities in the world with its eclectic collection of neighborhoods, each with its own unique charm.
Buenos Aires is an incredibly kind of fragrant city, a beautiful city to look at, and it has the old and the new.
On July 18, we will mark the 12th anniversary of the senseless loss of 85 lives in the bombing of the Jewish Cultural Center in Buenos Aires, Argentina.
My symbol was always a polo player because I liked sports, and polo has a stylishness to it.
It's crazy: when it's raining, it makes no sense to me that people drive 10 miles an hour faster than they normally would, but then the other thing that makes no sense is when people drive 30 miles an hour slower than normal.
It scared my mom to death when all my friends started driving. She always told me she wanted me to drive, but I think she kind of felt lucky that I didn't get my permit when all my friends did. I think that's been the hardest thing for her, watching me go out with my friends and literally drive away.
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