itwasntadream
itwasntadream
itwasntadream
itwasntadream


itwasntadream




itwasntadream

The day I traveled through Chile, Argentina, Uruguay

19:00 Mendoza-->BA 

In the Mendoza airport. So have been ready for this moment for awhile now. Chile's nice but I'm ready to be back in my querida Buenos Aires. What remains left of this day is my dirty feet from walking around al day trying to kill time, some thoughts about the Swedes I met in the creepy hostel, and a thirst that I'm too stubborn to relinquish because I know LAN airlines is always pretty generous about their drink servings. I'm wearing my Parque Nacional Iguazu t-shirt and I wonder if people who keep looking at me think that I'm argentine or totalmente extranjera because of it. At least I'm out of Chile now. I've had enough of those piropos from street doors and corners. I passed through the Andes mountains this morning, criss-crossing through the staggering teeth of the highest peaks, mostly dry with the snow from last winter retreated, but with some bits of snow that stayed signaling the highest altitudes. 

I spent a lot of time today thinking to myself but not yet have I allowed myself to think about the inevitable last taxi ride to the International Airport. Tomorrow I have to pack my things. I have to fit everything in my suitcase. I have to look at my return itinerary back to the states. I have to tell my parents what time to come get me from the airport. 

22:00 --> Uruguay 

Well, I'm effecively on the tarmac here in Uruguay. There was a lightning storm and lots of turbulence, and after trying to land a few times in Buenos Aires (much to my horror), the pilot decided to cross the Rio de la Plata. I can't really tell Vicki or Bev or Lucia to wait for me because I don't have internet connection nor do I know anyone's cell phone numbers. Typical. 

23:00 It's funny that I should be here right now, stuck on this plane, stalled. Me-the only foreigner, full with a bunch of rather rowdy argentines. It's almost midnight, making this return flight back to BA a 6-hour flight instead of a 1.5 hour trip. At least maybe they could let us get off the plane now.

10:45 pm. BA-->Dallas. It's really crazy. Buenos Aires is like that, all spread out underneath us, every light in the city lit up, the perfect deceptive grids of streets. It's hard to believe now I'm on my way back.

"what could an underdog shape be?"

IT'S DECEMBER 1st. It can't be. Seriously how did this happen I won't allow it. I know my blog has been reduced to a series of one-liners but really, seriously, I can't leave. I'm getting ready to travel and I'm travelling with a really lovely friend of mine which obviously I'm very excited about but also I know that when you travel, time really speeds up because you're having such a lovely time and so I really don't want for the time to pass that quickly. I'd like it to just stop now but also somehow continue going so I can keep on living here and living out all the things I've been doing here and meeting all the people I've been meeting here and finally I really feel like I get it here and so PLEASE, if you would, for the first time I've ever said this, DECEMBER, back off.


I'm listening to this song right now. I've always thought of Grizzly Bear as more of a winter band, which is why I usually listen to them this time of year. But now it's actually summer. So that's strange.