Taking it slow in Uruguay
Leaving Uruguay was hard. The night before we left, the sunset spilled warmly onto the river's horizon. Children giggled as they slid...
When in doubt, feel it out.
I barely remember my first day in Argentina. I remember hugging my friend who met me in the lobby of her apartment building in funky...
"This is a really bad idea."
"This is a mistake. I'm making a mistake." These were my first thoughts as I woke up the morning I left for Argentina. Not exactly the...
