Me Enamora

I've been thinking a lot lately about what it means to live somewhere. Usually when one goes to a foreign country it's for a visit, not "to live." Study abroad is supposed to be just that: we'll come home saying we "lived" in such and such country for x amount of months. But at what length of time does study abroad become more than a visit or "adjustment period" or 24 hour debauchery and turn into a life? 

I finally feel like I am finally done adjusting or visiting or what have you. It took me longer than I thought it would, this being the beginning of my third month in Argentina. And I have to say, I have not always been deliriously happy here. But I have become familiar enough with the city, the transportation, the people and the customs to no longer feel like a total stranger. My classes are super interesting, as well as my internship; I have enough free time (for now) to fit cultural things in once in awhile, and I have a solid group of girls to go out with on the weekends. I even got asked for directions the other day by an Argentine, and was able to say something more than "lo siento, no  sé" (I'm sorry, I don't know). I'm living! And it feels great. Good thing there are four more months of life here to soak up and enjoy.

Lots and lots of love and besos.