Well. Argentina has come and gone. Part of me could not be more thankful it happened, the other part could not be more thankful to be home. Argentina was an extremely different experience for me. The circumstances around me were real, raw, and frankly hard to swallow at times. I didn’t anticipate watching a man… Continue reading Another stamp in the book
The countdown has begun for our return home (4 days!), so we have felt more pressed for time than ever to see everything Buenos Aires has to offer. Thanks to this pressure, we have packed this past week and next week full of events in hopes not to leave anything out. Of last weeks festivities.. below… Continue reading Uruguay & Iguazú Falls
We are officially at the half way point. Two weeks in, two weeks left. I could not feel more indecisive about whether time is riding a jet plane or paddling a row boat with a broken arm. Some days I feel I’ve been here for ages. Like I haven’t seen my family or friends in years.… Continue reading A Medio Camino
¿Tú o vos? Llena o satisfecha? Ustedes o vosotros? While these may seem to have the same meaning to a non-native Spanish speaker, they are far from it. In Argentina they don’t use the form “tú” to say “you”, one of the words most prominently burned into my vocabulary. It’s also considered rude to express… Continue reading ¿Tú o vos?
Is traveling an addiction or an obsession? Some say neither… “you’re just nuts”. I have had a lot of individuals ask me when they heard of this upcoming trip… “You’re going to Argentina?? …Why.” And these words were spoken just as empty as they read on this page. The look on their faces reveal even… Continue reading Yes, South America.
I thought about how I would write this post for weeks. Well, actually months. The final post… the farewell. I took notes throughout the year, desperately trying to capture the sights, smells, and most importantly emotions of everything I had the opportunity to accomplish in a world so new to me. The moments that stood out… Continue reading My words will never do justice.
Yesterday at 9:23am I stepped out of classroom 402 for the last time. I thanked my professor for the best semester of my life and for the first time was not overwhelmed by the excitement that finals are over and summertime has begun. In fact, I was sad. This year, the period that completed my… Continue reading This isn’t over yet.