On our final day of traveling and ultimately coming home, the magnitude of all we had done and accomplished hit us. (Also, extreme fatigue and a little culture
Day 10 I suppose not much has changed airline-wise between today and last Sunday — international flights are still impossible to sleep on, customs are still a beast
Let me write you, the reader, something memorable. Let me tell you about the times when my life had changed drastically. Let me preach to you the highlights
Today was a day of countless lasts; last breakfast together, last step in Uruguay, last fiasco on the swaying ferry, last lunch together, last breath of Argentinian air,
Waking up was hard this morning, after a great but long night of heartfelt speeches, hilarious songs, European standing ovations, and most of all, dancing. Waking up was
Day 8 This day didn’t start off very emotional for many of us, but it most certainly ended that way. We kicked off the day bright and early
I am aware that the title is French and it ruins my pattern, but truly is the perfect title for an unusual post. There are specific moments that
Day 7 Our first morning expedition was a brisk walk to the Recoleta Cemetery. Since the United group hadn’t experienced this plot of Argentina’s history, all of us
If you’re anything like me, (uninformed of the nuances of South American history), you don’t know who Evita was. Throughout the whole trip, I’ve heard her name mentioned
After the shopping spree of the century, the half-frozen and gift-laden students of MYSO clambered on board with their cargo for the last bus ride in Argentina. People
