On leaving all of this behind-- From Idaho to Argentina

So.

Many.

Emotions.

It doesn’t feel real. For the last 24 hours, I’ve felt like a walking zombie—waiting for someone to pinch me—for someone to wake me up and say, “Just kidding! You don’t get to go to South America for a year!” (My mom wishes…)

More seriously though, so many feelings are building up inside me: anxiety, extreme excitement, awe, sadness to leave, happiness to go, craziness craziness, CRAZINESS.

I sit here after one of the most boring, best summers in my life and wonder why life works the way it does. When they say it’s a roller coaster, they mean it. For example, for the last two months, I’ve done nothing but work. Work work work. Some days I couldn’t wait for tomorrow to come and others I just sat with my family, or my new work friends, and drank in the fact that I may never be in love with a group of people like this ever again. Some days I was up, others down. Life moves just as fast, just as furiously as the biggest roller coaster out there—throwing us for loops (literally) and catching us off guard. If you hold on too tight though, and close your eyes, you get stuck in the ruts—those furious twists and turns that leave you angry and nauseous.  Bored and unhappy.  

So where do we go then?

Up,

    but how?

For me, it’s easy. Shopping with my lovely mom. To a movie and terrible Chinese with my sister. To New York City. To the best bottle of red in the cabinet. To a cold pool on a summer day.

Or, most recently, down to Buenos Aires Argentina.

Speaking of rollercoasters…

Here are the logistics of my trip:

·        After a serious session of packing (Actually… Mom did it for me, I wouldn’t have even started yet. Procrastinator major? Yes!) I ended up with a suitcase, backpack, and my guitar. Pretty good for a year.

·        Tomorrow I fly to beautiful Buenos Aires Argentina.

o   Population: 13 Million.

o   Known for: sexy men and really good beef.

o   Drinking Age: 18

·        I arrive in Buenos Aires the next day after a layover in Salt Lake City, Atlanta, and finally a really long trip down to Sexy South America. . (Note: Mom upgraded me to EVEN MORE LEGROOM. Boo-yah!)

·        Once in Argentina, I will meet my host family right away, and get introduced to the little part of the city I am living in: Las Canitas. Check it out here. http://www.akworld.net/webblog/2007/07/09/avenida-olleros/

·        I will make a lot of terrible, confused faces when I don’t understand the Argentina Spanish dialect. Boludo? (The Spanish is what I am most nervous about. Guess I’m going to have to catch on eventually—right?)

·        Then… the inevitable…

·        PARTY IN SOUTH AMERICA.

·        Meet people, fall in love with people, laugh with people

·        Go to Soccer games

·        Learn, Listen, Mess my Spanish up

·        Journal

·        Blog

·        Miss all of you!

·        More pictures and info (of the parties, and above of course) obviously, to come.

Oh and one more thing: My Mom has this plan. If the world comes to an end, and we cannot reach each other, we both walk to Panama City. We'll meet at the Marriott. If horses are an option, so be it. She's so.... clever. And realistic. Love you Mama!

One a side note: I had a wonderful going away party with lots of little legs running around and spent some quality time in the sun with the family that I will miss so much. I swam with the cutest baby in the world, who deserves a picture on this blog. He is, after all, my favorite brown boy on the planet—so far ;)

 Thank God for Skype and Tango, so I can see this precious face.

I have a flight to catch.

Adios, Amigos.

Until Argentina!

Xoxo, B

 Ps thanks for all the donations—it helped more than you know!