Adios Argentina

friends and I in RIO DE JANIERO spring breakin' it!

I came here thinking I would write in my journal. I even brought a brand new journal just for Argentina, but I never even opened it. I started with the excuse that I wanted to buy a pretty one from here. But then that never happened either. I failed at journaling while abroad. But I don’t feel as bad about it because I had this class. Through the topics that we discussed and wrote about, I feel that I reflected on some good thoughts that I had here that maybe I wouldn’t have journaled about in the first place. I feel that I have a good keepsake from this class. It was awesome to have to sit down and reflect on my life abroad. I am so glad that I have this.

I cannot believe that it is over. I go home in four days and don’t really know what to do about that. I haven’t done a thing to get ready, nor do I want to start. I absolutely hate packing. I don’t want to believe that I am leaving (even though I am slightly excited to go home). I have had the most amazing four months. It was probably the fastest semester of my life. I am so grateful for everything that I have done and seen here. This entire semester has been so perfect. I would say the hardest thing would have been adjusting to the semi-annoying-for-an-American-inefficiency of Latin America. But honestly, I even transitioned to all of those tidbits quite smoothly as well. I got used to my shower curtain falling and hitting me on the head. I got used to the slow motion world around me. I got used to walking with my head down to dodge the constant dog sh*t. I just loved it. I absolutely loved my time abroad. I am completely content with my semester. I made amazing friends. I traveled to some places that all compete with being the most beautiful place I have ever been. I learned Spanish and bonded with the most amazing host family. I guess the worst part is that while bonding over food and drinks with everyone, I got fat. My b.

As much as I love it here, I am getting kind of ready to go home. I don’t like that it is 80 degrees out when I am listening to Christmas music (not the same as my home in the snowy mountains). I’m sick of looking like I have chicken pox because all of my millions of mosquito bites swell up. I am so ready to eat a freaking turkey sandwich for once and not have to look at ham for a good month. And most importantly, I am SOO ready to go home to my bed. The one thing I never liked here in Argentina was my lame ass bed. It didn’t even dent when I would jump on it. The sucker is rock hard.

I know that when I go home, I will get the age-old question: how was it? And you know, that most people asking, are just looking for conversation and a quick sum up answer. But how the h*ll are we supposed to sum up the most amazing semester of your life into a sentence?! “It was amazing!” I will respond. They will smile. End of conversation. No one will ever really know quite how my life in Buenos Aires was besides everyone else here that went through it with me. That is one thing that I will always have with the fifty other students here: a special bond of experience and understanding. We will all always have these past four months together. And unless someone wants to take me to coffee to REALLY know how my semester was, then no one will know much of anything besides that it was “so amazing”.

besos,

bird x

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