Try to Be Where You Are

With approximately 50 days left here in Buenos Aires, I'm hanging on to the words once relayed to a group of 20 of us foreigners us by a hippie who guided our curious minds around the mountains and the Cordoban landscapes.

"Try to Be Where you Are."

Six months later.

So she finally was.

With a sense of nostalgia already kicking in, and such limited time left here, I have decided to delete my facebook, free myself of the time suck of social networks, and focus on my real social networks-- relationships at my fingertips, life without a newsfeed, and adventures on the 14th floor in the middle of t one of he busiest streets in one of the most lovely cities.

Afterall, this was the view from my balcony at sunset. And it doesn't even begin to capture the rosy sky that left me in yet another a dizzy romance with BA.

Also, as I felt a ping of homesickness on an overcrowded, sweaty bus ride home today, I remembered this quote:

“No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow.” – Lin Yutang

Until then, my former loyal facebook friends,

Goobye and Goodluck.

XO,
B