a life less ordinary…

By looking at us you couldn’t have known about the special bond that existed, because it’s a delicate and complex one. Four girls of different ages, some related, immigrated to Argentina from Paraguay, and their awkwardly noticeable (for the blonde hair and blue eyes) English teacher, perusing through photographic portraits and European art, is not a sight you see every day in Buenos Aires.

I had invited four of my favorite students for an afternoon spent in the San Telmo fair, but I had to go to Plan B when I saw the sky clouding over and threatening one of those drenching Buenos Aires storms. The girls huddled under my umbrella and giggled in the chilly air as we stepped over puddles on our way down the streets of San Telmo toward the bus stop. I nervously suggested the national museum, hoping the girls wouldn’t groan at such a boring activity. They seemed interested, if anything just to get out of the rain, and especially the idea appealed to sixteen year-old Paula, who studies interior design. [read on]

Brotherhood, not bullets. Generosity, not guns.

When will we learn?

Is there a “Latin mentality,” and is there an “American mentality,” and where between these two does the Argentinian mentality reside, if it exists? In other words, why do I feel like I think, act, and perceive the world in ... [Continue reading this entry]

I'm having second thoughts about going to Bolivia. My apartment here is perfect, I love my job at Conviven, and I like my other jobs, too, and I have great friends here (and even a yoga teacher)... so why go ... [Continue reading this entry]

Vos cuando tocas la guitarra y cantas con esa voz desesperada, me tiemblan las manos abajo de la mesa. Es que vos cuando estás enfrente de mi me encierras en tu mirada. No hay mas en este mundo excepto tu canto, tu toque, tu voz, ... [Continue reading this entry]

Sitting on a bus, bumpy, cold, thinking of all the places I’d rather be, the people I want to be with, Lonely And Nostalgic. Next to me the empty seat is taken by a little angel with eyes like chocolate buttons and tiny ... [Continue reading this entry]

It´s what Buenos Aires ISN'T more than what it is that is starting to get to me. It's not South American ENOUGH to really capture the indigenous vibe, but it's also not European ENOUGH to encompass the values and traditions ... [Continue reading this entry]

Lately I’ve been thinking and reevaluating everything I’m doing here in Buenos Aires. All of my experiences day to day are valuable and meaningful, and I know that I’m changing, becoming tougher, and learning. I also know that I’m not ... [Continue reading this entry]