Monthly Archive: August, 2014

You were my first love

An open love letter to South America: You were my first love. The first time I’ve ever felt present in that all consuming way. The first time I trusted in something outside of… Continue reading

Lesson #32: Tranquila. Stop being so American, and learn to think like an Argentinian

On the metro in Buenos Aires. From the bustling Microcentro – picture Italy in the 80’s – I decide to head towards San Telmo – a Latin American Brooklyn of cobblestone streets, graffiti,… Continue reading