I enjoy long walks on the beach while sharing a glass of fine champanya as the pale summer sun sets over the glistening blue sea…
Really, who doesn’t?
But enough about that. Since I recently graduated from the University of Michigan, I’ve been abruptly confronted by the utterly depressing yet completely inescapable post-college predicament: move on and work for “the Man” or hang around my parents house hitting on high school girls, trying to impress them with the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles bedsheets I’ve had since I was 8. Unfortunately, I don’t think I’m cut out for either one of these just yet, so instead I’m going to do what any sane, responsible, long-term oriented individual would do: flee the country.
Why South America? Well, I’ll tell you why – for one, I couldn’t find any flights to Kazakhstan. Secondly, I want to really learn Spanish. I picked up a good amount when I studied in Barcelona for a semester, but it’s difficult to become fluent when you’re on a program with 300 other Americans, limiting most of your spanish conversations to ordering in restaurants and drunken cab rides home at 4 am (I can order patatas bravas with a DAMN good accent, though). Also, though callous it might seem, I chose Argentina because after its recent economic issues it’s supposedly very affordable (i.e. cheap) right now for those with dollars, euros, or pounds. Being that I just graduated and the finances are stretched pretty thin, it seems that Argentina is the spot to have a good time without going broke. Add to that its reputation for nightlife, culture, steak, wine, women…and we have the makings of what could be a swell time.
So – the gameplan is to take a month-long course to get my English teaching certificate, find a decent job, travel a little, do some volunteer work, and just see what comes my way (hopefully not malaria) in the city of Buenos Aires. I hope you all haven’t died of boredom already reading this, and please feel free to post any comments/concerns/hate mail you have to any of my posts.
As Jim Morrison so eloquently put it:
“I just wanna have my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames”
Tags: About Me, Buenos Aires, South America