back in june
when I was in lujan
I’m excited to come home, but there are some things I’m gonna miss.
kissing people on the cheek. feeling special solely for being a foreigner. ridiculously cheap alcohol. how normal and socially acceptable it is to be an hour late to everything. asado. choripan. bon o bons. all the people I’ve met. and just spanish, in general.
today, I got moved to the highest spanish level available at my school! I also realized I don’t even have to give my full attention to understand people anymore, which is a drastic change from how I was when I first got here.
my host parents probably think I’m a slob.
cause I am.
malin is gone, and I’m gonna miss her more than anyone I’ve met since I got here.
my favorite song by her
how did I end up sitting in a bar in the middle of argentina discussing phobias & past lives with a norwegian?