Until six months ago, I’d never left the United States. Well, sort of. I spent a day in Vancouver, BC. Including the crazy woman yelling at me in an intersection to go home, being there felt like hanging out in pretty much any major US city. Not trying to devalue Canada’s uniqueness, I’m just saying that I don’t think spending a day in
Most notable was the wine. I may not be a wine connoisseur, but I know that the coupling of organic and delicious is not cheap in the states. Plus, rumor has it that no sulfites means no hangover? Sure, let's roll with that... ;) So wine is the magical elixir of the Argentine pace—upstaged only momentarily by perfectly seasoned, slow-roasted meat, and huge baskets of fresh baked bread varieties. (Many a mini loaf was saved for late night study snacks.)
One of the most energizing aspects of the trip, besides the very sexy Tango lesson, was being there during the World Cup. Blue and white striped people gathered in the street to watch televisions in shop windows and restaurants, and for huge festivals at the park—laughing, cheering, and hugging strangers every time Argentina scored.
To read more about Argentina, check out the linked article by my brilliant friend Eleanor Baker who also wrote about her unique experiences from this same trip.