Hello, I’m in Chile, which feels strange for some reason. Two days ago I got on a bus from Salta to Mendoza (19 hours) and then switched to one from Mendoza to Santiago (8 hours). Perhaps it’s because I spent more than a day on buses, but I feel like I left my apartment in […]

So, as most of you know, my friends Katie and Hillary have been here for the past week, and so I’ve not written a word. It was so lovely having people living in my apartment with me who speak English and find it as funny as I do that restaurants put ham in vegetarian dishes. […]

I walk in Buenos Aires, pretty much everywhere. I walk the two miles to school and back every day, I walk to the grocery store, and I walk to puppet shows. I walk around cemeteries and museums, and to bars. As such, my feet look like the feet of a very old—if small—orangutan who has […]

I take it back. All of it. The trash I talked about the food here is irrelevant now after eating at La Cabrera last night. I’d read about the restaurant before I came to Buenos Aires, and the recommendation was confirmed by my cousin Rachel, who spent some time here earlier this year. Apparently, the […]

Where I grew up in New Jersey, there wasn’t a lot of ethnically diverse cuisine, but there were Italian restaurants every 50 feet, and almost all of them were good. As such, I never really opened a menu, because any decent Italian place serves ravioli, which has been my favorite meal since approximately age five. […]

In my pre-teen years, a radio program called “Between the Sheets” ran out of Philadelphia. It was less dirty than it sounds. People could call in and request songs for their significant other, and tell a 20-second-or-so story about why said significant other was the best. Michael is just the best boyfriend ever. He tells […]

Watch movies in Spanish and read the local paper. This is the mantra of practically everyone here who has learned the language, and I think it’s good advice. This morning I woke up too late to get the paper, so I decided to try out a (non-children’s) movie at the theater up the street. You […]

“And my traveling companions Are ghosts and empty sockets I’m looking at ghosts and empties But I’ve reason to believe We all will be received In Graceland.” – Paul Simon

Hello, I’ve missed you. I haven’t posted for a few days because a) I was traveling, and b) as some of you on Facebook know, I was sick as a dog. My parents adorably, dutifully read this blog and also are on high-swine-flu-alert, and so I didn’t want to worry them. (I won’t lie, though, […]

Inundacion. That’s the Spanish word for flood. I learned it tonight, when my bathroom flooded, inundated me with water, some might say.