I just spent four months in a country that I had never been to before and, honestly, didn't know much about. It's going to take me a while to process everything and to really deal with the fact that I'm not actually living there anymore.
My last week was quite eventful. I had to move out of the apartment I'd been living in, and a friend of mine was awesome and gracious enough to take me into his house for eight days. Because of him, the last days I had in Buenos Aires were pleasant and way easier than they could have been. One day, I'll grow up and be someone like him: someone who helps people out of the goodness of their heart. I was able to go to the library and work on the various essays that I had to complete by the time I left Argentina. While they're not all 100% complete, I'm pretty sure I'll be able to get everything edited and complete by the time I touch down in Berlin
On the way home, I caught Evita Peron peaking through the trees
After the lovely last afternoon, I got to meet up with a few of the lovely people I met in Buenos Aires and a couple from the GSP. My fiesta de despedida was small but good
So now, I've left Buenos Aires. It was an experience that I'm really grateful I got to have. The opportunity to live and work and play in a new city is always welcome. I'll have to think more about what I got out of it but, all in all, I'm glad I decided to go. One of the things I'm certain to miss: the pizza!