First Impressions

I was reminiscing with a friend recently about my trip this past February to Argentina. I was so excited for my adventures in Latin America to begin! I had arrived after months of planning and organizing. When I walked out of the airport, I was overwhelmed by the people, the activity and the energy pulsing from the country. As I fumbled for words to describe how I felt to my taxi driver, I realized I was speaking my own language of Spanish, English and jet lag. As my taxi entered the city limits, you could see the towering modern buildings that were typical of a big Latin American city, mixed with the smaller buildings which invoked memories of Europe. The city seemed to be one giant neighborhood – and with each neighborhood we drove through, a new cafe would call my name. The smell of fresh flowers, mixed with diesel fuel…the scents of a foreign city. I arrived at my friend Elena's with just enough energy to climb onto the couch and pass out. The city had to wait one more day for me.