Some of my favorite photos from South America:
I’m sitting in Palermo House hostel, it’s ninety degrees and it’s my last day in South America. It’s very weird to think that in less than 24 hours I’ll be in my house with my family. The fact that...
When I was in the Ezeiza airport outside of Buenos Aires, having just debarked from the flight from Lima, I imagined what it would be like if I was instead in the Atlanta airport, about to continue h...
I’m awful, and I realize I have a lot of updating to do. The past couple of entries (or maybe all of them, qué sé yo) start out with me saying how I can’t believe how much time has gone by—and here ...
Yesterday I woke up around 1:30—an early hour considering that I only returned home 6 hours before—rolled out of bed, washed the caked eyeliner off my face, and poked my head out of my small bedroom ...
It’s crazy to think that I’ve been here for six weeks already—July feels like it passed by only a week ago, yet I feel so far away from having just arrived. Part of it, I think, is that my mind for ...
On Tuesday as I was riding the bumpy colectivo to Belgrano, a man passed me a folded piece of paper as he got off. When I opened it, it read, “Hola. Me llamo Esteban, tengo 22 años y me gustaría ha...
We’ve all been travelers on many public transportation systems–the NY subway, the D.C. metro, the London underground, etc. Many of us at Emory have even braved Marta to go to Little Five...
It’s late July, and I have found myself in the middle of winter. I’ve forgotten what it’s like to be cold. My teeth chatter when I’m out at night, the wind is frigid when I&...
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