Archive for Category: "argentina"
When Jeff, my husband, and I decided to quit our jobs and travel–no, trek–around the world, everyone thought we were crazy. That, or going on an eternal vacation free from troubles and taxes. A few people also helpfully suggested that this “gap year” might solve my travel bug once and for all so I could focus on that thing called “adulthood.”
One of the little known aims of our semi-recent great Latin American adventure was to make a little more sense of my culture and who I am. I wanted to see mis raices, my roots, and the culture that I came from. Born of Mexican descent (well, actually, if you really want to get technical, I’m also 25% white), I’m a second generation American.
Movies like The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, The Holiday, and Notting Hill had built an image in our minds that whenever we travel to a different country, there’s a possibility that we could meet a very attractive/romantic guy who could sweep us off our feet. A man who will hold our hand while strolling through their country’s finest tourist spots
En route to Argentina, which I had planned to travel in a circle counterclockwise, I picked up a pair of stockings. ‘Why stockings,’ you ask? Were you anticipating a rendezvous in the ‘city of chandeliers,’ Buenos Aires
I exercise so I can eat; it´s as simple as that. So in the land of succulent beef and mouth-watering facturas (i.e. pastries), Buenos Aires can really wreak havoc on a girl´s waistline. Since I possess zero self-motivation to move my body in an athletic manner (the furthest I go is from my apartment to the ice cream shop down the street), it´s crucial for me to find an activity that will force me into motion.