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Getting here- two flights and a car ride
I can remember walking away from my parents at the airport. I didn’t look back. My jaw has been sore for the past week because I’ve been clenching my teeth in my sleep, and I haven’t eaten as much as...
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My new family
On Sunday morning, my first official day in Buenos Aires, I woke up at 12 pm. Even that’s late for me, so I was hoping I wasn’t reinforcing any lazy American stereotypes. I had an apple for breakfast...
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“My people!” Or, the day I meet the other Yanks in Argentina
I wouldn’t normally call myself a Yankee but in Argentina I am. We all are, it’s just spelled a little differently: Yanqui. Want to know how I learned that? I’ll tell you about midway through. For my...
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Linguistics, tango, and a bit of bad luck
I’m writing this one from a Word document in my room as I listen to…this one’s gonna come back to taunt me… Dixie Chicks…on my computer. Don’t hate, it’s a family favorite. I’ve been wondering what to...
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My classes, soccer, and a history lesson I’m not really qualified to give
It’s taken me quite some time to build up the motivation to write this, but finally I decided to sit down and just do. It’s not because I don’t want to, believe me- I enjoy this! But there’s so much...
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