Monday, October 08, 2007


It was almost a year ago now, when I first landed at EZE airport. I am now back in San Diego with Chico and still dreaming about the past year. How did it go by so quickly? I think we both realize how wonderful our lives were there. We came back to the United States and stuffed ourselves with cheddar and then missed lomo. We said gracias when we were handed our bags at the grocery store. We went to familiar places and saw familiar faces. And then... a few months later... we started to talk out loud to each other about what-if's.

What if we went back?

Monday, March 26, 2007


My birthday was in February and my dearest friend from the US mailed a package to Buenos Aires for me. It never arrived. She inquired about it the day I left Argentina and I was so sad to tell her that it never got to our house. Maybe it just got lost in the mail. Maybe it was delayed for whatever reason and will be redirected to her. Maybe someone is walking around Argentina with an SIUC T-shirt. Who knows.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007


We finally made it back to the states on Friday morning, after an exceptionally grueling trip. Exhausted, but happy, we spent the day eating Cheddar and watching the TV shows we've missed out on. It's nice to be home surrounded by things I find familiar. But part of me is incredibly sad to leave behind such an amazing culture. I keep thinking that someday I will return. I'll keep up my Spanish. I'll become certified to teach English. I'll keep reading about Latin America. And one of these days, the timing will be right, and I'll find myself back in Central or South America.

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Well, I had my last lomo. Had my last liter of Quilmes. I drank my last mate this morning.
The apartment is packed up, cleaned, and things are sold. Our flight is at 9PM tonight.

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Well... it's official. Chico and I are leaving Argentina on March 14th. That only gives us a week! We told our friends a few days ago and they treated us to a very nice dinner at the BudaBar in Puerto Madero. Food was excellent, service was excellent (big difference from TGIF who took 35 minutes to make our drinks last weekend!), and company even better.
On our way home (via Chile) we were at a crosswalk and noticed a police car headed our direction with the lights flashing and yet the headlights were out. This is actually another common occurrence here in BsAs. No one uses headlights at night. But the car was passing us and the passenger in the squad car, another policeman, was sound asleep. Mouth gaping open in what appeared to be a loud snore. They must have just enjoyed an asado.

Tuesday, March 06, 2007


Something that I have noticed while living in Capital Federal, is the police cars which are ever present, for good reason, of course. I've been fortunate enough to never see a traffic accident (which still surprises me to no end considering the lack of traffic laws). I have never seen a police car try to pull someone over, either. But still the same, the cars always have their lights going. Why is this? And more importantly, how do you know if you are being pulled over?

Monday, March 05, 2007

For Emilio who emailed me last week (I tried responding, but your email address isn't working for me):

Perro Andaluz

I think it's time to go home. I've been here for 6 months and those 6 months have taught me SO MUCH. I had certain goals I hoped to meet while I was here and pretty much met every single one of them. It's gone by so fast though and I can't help but feel a little sad at the thought of going back to a place where I'm not quite as challenged on daily basis. What will I think when I order a pizza (with tomato sauce! Oh- the novelty!) and don't have to repeat myself 10 times because my accent is so bad? A place where pedestrians have the right of way? A place where litter isn't thrown around with such disregard? A place without futbol games? A place without choripan? It is going to be a huge adjustment for me. But I am holding onto the hope that this move is going to be a temporary one. I have fallen in love with Latin America and want to come back. I just need to take care of some things back in the States first...