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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July 10, 2013
More on why Salta is sweet
I realized there are some things I wanted to say about Salta for which photos alone are not sufficient.
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July 9, 2013
Salta dulce, Parte II
More stories in photos from my weekend in the Salta and Jujuy provinces in the northwestern corner of Argentina.
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