June 18, 2016

Leaving Uruguay was hard. 

The night before we left, the sunset spilled warmly onto the river's horizon.

Children giggled as they slid down a hill on cardboard boxes. 

The next day we woke up early to make the most of our day before our ferry back to Buenos Aire...

May 12, 2016

It was all Natascia's idea. 

Weeks before flying to Argentina, my friend had already decided we would visit one of the oldest towns in Uruguay. She needed to leave the country before her 90-day visa expired and heading to Colonia del Sacramento, Uruguay,...

May 8, 2016

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 pajamas; I remember flopping onto a blow-up mattress in exhaustion; I remember waking up to grey skies and a bleak cityscape.

 

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May 2, 2016

"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 conventional giddiness one usually gets the day they're set to go on a trip somewhere, but I've never been a totally normal person.

 

I...

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