Kiki's Crossing

I'm currently eating my weight in pasta. I think that truly embodies my first week in Argentina. Okay, maybe the quantities aren't as loco  as some of the other places I've been, but man, I forgot how much South Americans eat. But, hey, I'm already missing out on quite a bit of swimsuit season in the United States so, really, does it matter? I type as I swirl more noodles onto my fork. I mean, it's not like I ever had a beach bod to begin with... I chew slowly, and a new thought crosses my mind. I wonder how much pasta one can eat before literally going into a food coma? I dive my fork back into the pile of saucy noodles, stir, and bring a still-warm lump up to my mouth. Yum. Since I'm already thinking about food, and stuffing my face with it, let's talk about food! Buenos Aires is pretty rad for a lot of reasons, but one of them is its gastronomy. If you've never heard the word gastronomy before, Google is your friend. Also, now tha

You would think I'd be used to this whole traveling abroad thing by now. I am so clearly not. Every time it's such an emotional roller coaster. From packing, to researching the area, to saying goodbye to friends and family, to having layovers and switching planes. It's exciting and sad and new and fun and scary all at the same time. Especially since I'm in Argentina to study Spanish. This is now the second time I've signed a Spanish-only contract - the first one signed two years ago now for a similar immersive trip to Chile. Now, I will admit, it was not near as daunting this time. I reread my first ever blog post ( On a plane ) and recalled my achingly painful feelings of dread and uncertainty. I have come so far. Regardless, I think anyone who has personally studied a second language can admit that there is always a desire to improve and be better. It's the nature of the beast - you constantly battle to advance your comprehension only to realize