July 14, 2013
To market, to market…
This was probably the best weekend I’ve had in Buenos Aires. Nothing can compare to the travels I’ve done, of course. But for the time I’ve been here in the city, this was hard to beat.
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July 13, 2013
Casa Rosada y Museo Evita
Getting up early this morning to go running was difficult because I had been out late for ice cream after dinner with some friends. But, as always, it was worth it. After showering, I went to a money house to exchange my last US dollars… It’ll be just enough until Dad brings me more!
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July 13, 2013
The disappeared ones
I cried during my Spanish lesson today. Tears streaming down my face, crying.
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July 11, 2013
Las Madres de Plaza de Mayo
Why is it that seeing something for yourself, in person, makes it so much more real? Even when you already believed without a doubt that it existed?
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July 10, 2013
Blah
Today was the ultimate in blah. I got up early for a work-related trip to Tigre, the island north of the city where I had a picnic with my European friends my first weekend here. I was sent to do an “adventure tour” (which includes activities like horseback riding and mountain biking) in order to write a review for the website. But when I got there, I found out that the tour office was closed today. Still don’t know why, but I’ve come to expect this sort of thing from Argentina.
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