Transitions are weird. Most days are a mix of thankfulness to be home and grief for what was. But I'm still making my way.
Over the last year, I have been keeping a couple of lists. I'll share parts of them here.
Places I Never Thought I Would Find Myself
being attacked by 3 dogs (I was unharmed. It was probably the least violent dog attack in the history of dog attacks.)
dancing on a rooftop all night
sitting next to a girl on the bus as her phone is snatched out of her hands
stargazing on an organic farm in Uruguay
waiting out a flood in a hardware store with strangers
picking dog hairs out of donated rosemary
boiling my pillowcases to kill the lice
combing lice out of my hair in a hotel in Buenos Aires
el fin del mundo- the end of the earth, Ushuaia
the back of a casino with my father, the only place in Ushuaia that would exchange dollars to pesos
watching the bucks win the national championship and explaining football to my friends
standing with Chechu’s parents, waving goodbye to her at the bus terminal
swimming in a waterfall
coincidentally on the same boat as a random friend from home
an agro-ecological farm in northern Argentina
napping in a hammock during a rain shower
just across a field from a lightning strike
a river beach
designing a website
evening mass at the national cathedral
sleeping with mayo and vanilla extract in my hair to kill more lice
boiling my pillowcases AGAIN
accidentally locked in a room in ISEDET
celebrating literacy through a Cuban reading program
el rincon de los amigos on a Tuesday night
Things I Don't Want to Forget
The little kid sitting next to me on a bench in the park
The smell of the flowering trees
The size of the cathedral
The guy driving his moto one-handed with his mate and thermo in the other
Nayla and the kids walking down 26 bis to the plaza
The cityscape from la teraza on Chechu’s birthday, then the sunrise
Cooking Thanksgiving dinner by candlelight
Galletitas
Crafting Christmas ornaments
the guy who vaguely looked like Ryan Gosling from afar on the bus
Asado on the church terraza, stars, Mora
Waiting out the flood in the cafe, hardware store, remiseria
sunflower fields
when we had to change buses in BA because “no tiene fuerza” literally the bus "didn't have the strength"
the cat that shows up in our patio
my housemates singing while they study
double rainbow all the way in Misiones
swimming in the arroyos/cataratas- freedom of naked children
“In Amanda We Trust”
Cumbia Pterodactilo
“griegos, romanos, son todos humanos”
When little Karen found a book with english and spanish words in it and asked Hermeto why leon was spelled two different ways and he told her to ask me to read them both.
Mili asking me if I traveled to the US in colectivo
Seeing a meteorite while we ate dinner on the patio
Teatro Argentino- The curtain actually falls
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