Rain and Coffee

It doesn’t seem possible that I’ve already been here for two weeks. There’s something new every day, which makes days pass so quickly.

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El Día del Tigre

Writing something in my calendar for next month, I saw that “Independence Day” was printed on the 4th. “No,” I thought, confused. “Independence Day is the 9th.”

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Subte Problems and Culinary Pleasures

As I type this, I’m sitting at my desk, eating fresh pear and blue cheese, and sipping Malbec. For me, the past couple of summers have seemed like practice for my life after college— except maybe a little more extravagant and exotic. But still. It makes me dread graduation much less.

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Faded Glory

Faded glory. That’s the term that came to mind as I walked through the San Telmo area yesterday afternoon. Ornate, grand old buildings left to crumble. Or used like a paper napkin, with no thought to maintenance or preservation. The beauty of these buildings isn’t gone, just ignored. It makes me sad to see it.

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