Post contains strong language I am sometimes so tired of being a woman, especially at night, especially in the city. Because along with all the normal first date jitters of “What if I spill my drink down my front?” and “What if I run at the mouth (as I am wont to do) and say something … More WARNING: ANGRY WOMAN OPINIONS AHEAD
Some errant thoughts recorded during our time in up North: -Apparently there was an earthquake on Saturday but no one felt it because it was at 8:30am and we were all asleep. -Cacti are rather phallic looking. -Coca leaves (an herbal remedy for nausea) make you feel worse before you feel better. And altitude sickness … More Earthquakes, Faking Sophistication, and “Che, cabrón, my eyes are up here!”
I’ve had a somewhat adventurous, if stressful, week. I woke up Sunday morning with stomach pains and nausea; but thought it might have been remnants of my experiments with mojitos on Friday night (sorry, Mom & Dad). But I then subsequently spent the next 72 hours in bed; trying to sleep, keep crackers down, and … More “Sana, Sana, Colita de Rana…”: Observations on Argentine vs American Medicine
Like most other humans, I enjoy a relative amount of stability and the ability to use one’s modus operandi without much effort or worry. Studying abroad is certainly one of the least conducive experiences to this end. Here are a few of my latest weird, funny experiences, especially colored by culture shock. A vignette on the … More Laughter as a Survival Mechanism
As mentioned previously, my study group and I spent two nights at an estancia for orientation, where we were bombarded with information about safety, academics, cultural customs, and our homestays. Orientations everywhere are the same: looking around anxiously for someone to attach oneself to or become friends with in a sea of strangers; attempting to … More First Week in Buenos Aires: Sensory Overload
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