I thought the beginning of my time in Buenos Aires was amazing, but the first 6 weeks were nothing compared to my last two weeks in Argentina. For my seventh week, my sister and cousin came and visited me! It was such a special experience to get to show them around my current home and share with them some of my favorite experiences. I took them to Delta Tigre, a tango show, and my favorite parilla restaurant. But I also saved a lot of things to do with them for the first time. We visited Colonia, Uruguay with a few of my classmates and even traveled to Iguazu Falls. We spent one day on the Brazilian side of the falls and one day on the Argentinian side. While I found the best view on the Brazilian side, the Argentinian side is far superior, boasting countless hiking paths that allow you to see the falls from the bottom and the top! On the Argentinian side, we also took a ride on “la lancha.” I am not joking when I say that the boat actually went into the falls. We got completely soaked but our wet clothes were far outweighed by the thrill of a lifetime.
After returning to Argentina and saying goodbye to my family, reality sunk in. I only had one more week in Buenos Aires. The Porteños just have a way of making everyone feel welcome, there is a magic to this city that I am not quite ready to leave. The people in Buenos Aires are very relaxed, despite the conflicts they are experiencing with their economy and pending elections in the fall. The inflation was apparent to me, only being there for 2 months. Across the street from my apartment was a coffee place. When I arrived at the beginning of June, you were able to get a cup of coffee and a pastry for 600 pesos. At the beginning of August, I looked out my window and saw that the sign had been changed. That same deal was now being offered for 700 pesos. But despite these hardships, the people in Argentina seem to always be in a good mood. Having the chance to really interact with the local people through school and the various language exchanges was an eye-opening experience. I plan on taking the lessons I have learned of fortitude and perseverance with me as I travel back to the United States.
My last week was my favorite week, with some of the highlights including attending a true at-home asado, by invitation of one of my classmates’ host families. We showed up at the house and were surprised to find that our entire dinner was being prepared by five seventeen-year-old boys. They turned out to be incredible cooks, and I was thrilled with the opportunity to practice my Spanish and meet more Porteños. I also had the chance to rent a paddle boat and explore the lake at 3 de Febrero Park in the heart of the city with one of my closest friends I met through school, Dimitri. No matter what time of day it is or what climate the city is experiencing, the park is always filled to the brim with families and adults alike. Countless rollerbladers, runners, or casual strollers circle the lake throughout the day. Seeing the sunset from the water was a memory I won’t ever forget. Every other sunset in my final week, I watched from the roof of my apartment building.
My last day was the saddest day, but I tried to stay positive throughout. I went to school and said goodbye to all of my classmates and teachers. In tradition, I covered my hand in paint and left my mark on the hallway, proudly signing my name, the date, and my home country. After class, I went to lunch and explored an old antique market, the final thing on my Buenos Aires bucket list. My flight was scheduled for 5:00 AM the following day, which means the driver would pick me up at 1:15 AM. I grabbed a late dinner with my friends around 10:00 PM and after returning to my apartment, we played truco, my new favorite card game, for my remaining hours. When the buzzer to my apartment rang, my heart dropped. My friends walked me out and we hugged each other goodbye.
In the hour-long taxi ride to the airport, I had time to reflect on the last two months of my life. My time in Buenos Aires skyrocketed through the already high expectations I had set. Because I was able to stay in Buenos Aires for 8 weeks, I truly had time to establish myself in the city. I met locals and engaged with the cultural traditions. I drank mate, played truco, watched tango, and of course advanced my Spanish in a way I thought was only possible in my dreams. But the thing that I will remember most about my summer isn’t going to be the incredible cuisine in Buenos Aires, my trip to Patagonia, or Iguazu Falls. It isn’t going to be the tango show that still plays on repeat in my head or the inside of Teatro Colon. It isn’t going to be the colorful houses of el Caminito, or the bustling center around Obelisco. The thing that is going to stick with me most from my time in Buenos Aires are the friendships I have formed.
While my time in Buenos Aires comes to an end, my feelings are bittersweet. I am so incredibly thankful for this experience and the generosity of the CSLC. I wouldn’t have traded this past summer for anything! I was exactly where I was meant to be, experiencing the world, meeting new people, and living life to the fullest.