I haven't blogged in two months. That's a good thing! That means that I'm having such a fabulous time, that I have forgotten to update the handful of you that are reading this. I think you should congratulate me.
Way too much has happened. I went to Iguazu falls about a month ago. All I can say is: breathtaking. I laughed a lot while on that trip. We get there and we're all excited- to see falling water. It's just water falling. BUT ITS THE BEST WATER FALLING EVER. It really was a beautiful scene. All green. The mist can be felt from like a kilometer (yeah, that's right, kilometer. Get it metric system!) away. Once you get to the "Garganta del Diablo" - Devil's Throat, you're in awe. Mouth dropping awe. I felt like my eyes couldn't even handle what they were seeing. No pictures do it justice. I highly recommend that if you ever plan on going to South America, go to Iguazu Falls.
I would talk more about Iguazu, but that was quite some time ago. In recent news, my best friend Angie came to visit. ANGIE WAS IN BUENOS AIRES. It was the strangest feeling. I had home with me. My new and old homes met in one place. And it was almost like I wasn't surprised to see her, like I expected it, but didn't believe it. She came at the perfect time. Good job Angie.
I think we had a good time together, I hope she had a good time. We went to Mendoza, which was fantastic. Hellloooo wine, my good friend. We toured a couple wineries and an olive oil factory. I got to see mountains! I haven't seen mountains in forever. Like several years. What's funny about mountains is: they're just a really big pile of rocks. Yet, they stir up so much emotion. Weird. I guess that proves that the most beautiful things in life are the simple things. Or maybe I'm simplifying things.. eh, whatever. I still really liked the falling waters and the big pile of rocks.
Here's the funny part: It took me being a guide and showing Angie and her mom around to make me realize how much I truly love Buenos Aires. I found myself defending Buenos Aires against the exact same complaints that I used to ( and still do) make. It took someone else's eyes to open my own. With Angie assking questions and trying to get a hold of the culture, I embraced it even more, and now I don't want to let go. Yes, Argentina is inefficient, dirty, loud, annoying, a little dangerous, and a lot chaotic, but that's the exact reason why it's so precious. It's slow and waiters don't hassle you to leave. Two hour coffee breaks are not only allowed, but encouraged. Okay, so yeah, you have to basically kill someone to get noticed to get your check, but whatever. Okay, so people stand in very straight lines waiting for the bus, but official migration documents get lost, whatever. Okay so very creepy men of all ages say the most beautiful and demeaning words toward women, but whatever. I love it. I love all of it. So a big thank you goes out to Angie. Not only for visiting me and being my home away from home for a while, but also for showing me the back-handed beauty of my new home.
I've learned so much, and I basically (excuse my french) shit my pants when I remember that I only have FORTY DAYS left here. Four months have passed. I think I have felt every emotion there is to feel while being gone. I've had to deal with things that I didn't want to deal with, but I can do it. I think I'm growing up, but in a different sense. Not as much in the way of becoming more mature (that's a part of it, but not the main part) but in the way of knowing what strength is. I think I've always been a fundamentally positive and strong person, but I have learned the difference in being strong because I have to and being strong because I want to. I think that came with the realization of the blessing and curse of independence. What it means to be alone and on your own. I'm coming to realize what it means to really know myself- without any interferences from friends or enemies.
So, 40 days left, and I plan to make the most of it. I miss home, yet I don't want to leave Buenos Aires. I miss home a ton, but home also means responsibilities, and I think we all can agree that responsibilities are yucky. So I will continue to grow up with no responsibilities for another 40 days.
Ps- I'm 21 in 3 weeks. I'm young and I love to be young.
those of you looking for pictures: you should know me better. I dont take pictures. I've always been a words girl. Sorry 'bout me.
Edit: I'm now obssessed with Twitter. I'm a little ashamed of that. Follow me! @solobrien. I'll follow you back if you're funny or if I like you or if I creepily want to know what you're doing at all times. Let's be honest, that's what social networking is for. #yeahisaidit :)
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