David Tennant’s regeneration is one of the most epic and heart wrenching farewells in the history of television. You should watch it.
Seconded only to, of course, that of Matt Smith.
Enough to make any grown person cry.
The bow tie….it was so cool…
BUT THEN there’s the phone call!
miss ya. 😥
(Low-key tearing up right now. Alright, pull it together.)
One day, I’ll go back and watch those for a third time. And then maybe I’ll actually start watching it again. But amazon just won the rights for a new LOTR series!?!?! I never actually read all of the Silmarillion, so I guess I better get started.
Well, here it is, friends.
We all knew this time would come.
I’ve got to leave soon. En este momento, it’s at month and 3 days.
What, John? That’s still quite a bit of time, considering.
But it’s not, friends. I’ve been on probably one of the longest, if not the longest, one-semester long study abroad program there is at my school. You went to Australia for 2 and a half months? HA. I went to Argentina for like 5 and a half.
(Just kidding, I’m not trying to say I’m better than anybody, just joking here. It’s perfectly safe to drink coffee.
Man, that joke’s a stretch, if you get that one…let’s have a chat sometime!)
(Y’all are gonna miss this, aren’t you? I’m gonna miss this.)
But seriously, the more people I talk to, the more times I hear it:
Cuánto tiempo? 5 meses? Ah, poquito!
As it turns out, almost half a year living in another country isn’t that much time at all, in the grand scheme of things. Half a year of anything isn’t that long, in the grand scheme of things. A lifetime really isn’t that long, in the grand scheme of things.
Life is a day that doesn’t last for looooong…
Can you tell it’s affecting me?
I’m in sort of a strange situation right now – being abroad, for me, has been sort of like transitioning to a whole other life. Like, I live here now. I get-a-get on da bus every morning, take the 8:15 into the city, and after class yo tomo mi mate every kinda way.
Globalization’s a funny thing. Sure, the world is definitely a whole lot smaller than it used to be (it’s still not flat though – you know there are people in the world that ardently believe so? I can’t even sometimes. Let’s just say I didn’t, uh, do the best in geography class, though, so I won’t complain too much.)
…but communication, I think, will always be a face-to-face type of thing. They say some fairly large percentage of communication is body language, after all. And though whatsapp comes thru every single time (high-key, whatsapp is life, bruh) there’s just something missing from it.
Not to mention, being a college student, I’ve got a lot of friends (#bragging) and there’s no way I’d ever be able to keep in touch with all of them while I’m here! (Hey, you, who’s reading this all like alright, John, I see how it is, I offered! Shout out to those of you who did, I won’t name names, you know who you are. You da real MVP.
(Except for you Drew. You’re terrible. Every single time dude. And then you unfriended me? Remember what I said. I’ll unlike the pineapple-apple video. And take your presidential sticker off my longboard.
well, I guess it’s technically your longboard…but I’ll still do it!)
(Again, just making fun, y’all supa chill. Man, shout out to all of you who keep putting up with all this nonsense.)
But it’s an interesting phenomenon, something I’ve never experienced before. At the beginning I felt a little skeptical about reverse culture shock – I mean, it’s my culture, so it should be somewhat familiar, at least – but now, I mean, I’ve got to transition lives again. What is it going to be like, not being able to walk around the corner to the kiosco and grab some galletitas, recharge the trusty red bus card, and maybe pick up some vino tinto to go with that block of cheese you’ve got in the fridge that nobody else wanted?
Ok, that’s a funny story I haven’t told here, but I want to at some point!
That’s another little detail I’ve discovered – I always seem to have some sort of plan for these blogs I write, but then they end up taking a different path, into the valleys and over the mountains, stumbling across countless little golden nuggets of comedy and John-slang here and there. And honestly, I think that’s been the best thing that could happen, because that way you get the real experience, the real meat of the situation – I’ve taken you through the mountains and the valleys, through the rainforests and the salt flats. There’s just not enough time to pack it all in, ya know? I mean, I know you all really wanted to see how Buenos Aires turned out, but – suspiro – so many other things have happened since then! I went to Chile!! Chile!!! I don’t even think I can write about that in this blog, because it’s a blog about Argentina!
And Sierra and Rebecca got married! MARRIED!!
In a centuries-old cathedral in Chile!
WE WENT TO MASS BEFOREHAND!!! MASS!!
(Don’t worry, it’s not actually official.)
But hey, Chile was cool!
We went up the Sky tower, the tallest building in Latin America:
(You know, after years of Spanish classes, talking about history, society, and culture, I still am not sure what “Latin America” exactly means. Do you? In a serious side-note, it’s a huge thing that I do think about from time to time. It’s not simply geographic, it’s a mix of much history, society, and so many different groups of people living together, all having their own influences. And what do you mean when you say ‘America’? I mean, I’m in America, right now – South America. But I get the impression that, generally, when somebody says ‘America’, they refer to the United States of America. How many times do you hear the word ‘American’ in the politics of USA? Now, I realize I don’t have all the answers, but these are things you think about when being an international student abroad, especially one from the U.S.A, seeing another culture, but also noting the massive amount of US influence. Like the fact that, here, most of the clothing is imported. Hence, many people walk around with shirts that have quotes and sayings in English on them. I might think it strange to wear clothing with words on it that I don’t understand, but, they say English is an international language – and there’s a lot of truth to that. Do you begin to see the impact of influence in the world? I have, and I find it very interesting, I think about it often here. Anyways, that’s a short section that’s relevant, I hope it makes you think. Now, back to our program.)
Went to a winery and got a slick bottle of wine para llevar back to the states:
And, ah, tasted quite a few different wines while I was there, as well:
(That wasn’t all me, I promise!!)
Took a trip to Valparaíso, and saw the Pacific ocean:
I tried a Pisco sour, a bastante fuerte Chile beverage that’s kind of like the fernet of Chile:
Took a teleférico up a mountain:
And, of course, officiated a wedding. Or, rather, took the pictures. Rather desubicado, to say the least. But happy I was on the lista! I’ve played the piano for weddings, but never done the photography, so I’m quite honored.
Aren’t they so cute?
And he-hey, there you go, my entire Chile experience, just like that!! Now that wasn’t so hard, was it? Bet you didn’t even see that commin’, did you? YA JUST GOT SOOOLD, BROTHA!!
And, of course, a gorgeous view of the Andes from the plane, as the cherry on top.
Man, this is way too much fun. They say if you love what you do, you’ll never work a day of your life.
But what if you love your life? What would happen then?
Well, you could share it, and if you loved your neighbor as yourself, well, amigo mío, that just might start something pretty cool.
So anyways, where are we? Yes, unfortunately, I’m leaving soon. And I’ve got mixed feelings about it. But, you know, I’ve learned a few things along the way. That, when learning a language, you speak differently, but you don’t actually speak that much differently than how you speak in your native language – in which case, hay que animarse to learn all the little details, and it actually might depend more on what’s inside that determines what comes out on the outside. That, if you’ve got enough plata, you can just buy a plane ticket – and go somewhere. To Chile. Why not? And meet all 5 of the Scottish people in Latin America at the same time at the same hostel. And see beautiful things. And be electronico. (That’s a classic!) And get married.
Well, getting married may only be that simple in Vegas. But you won’t find an iglesia from the 16th century there.
So what are you gonna do, John?
I’ll write a few more blogs. Maybe just one. Maybe more. I’m heading down south during the beginning of December, to Patagonia and more, and you’ll want to see how that is. But I might not have time to do it while I’m here.
So maybe you can tune in afterwards? I hinted I may keep this blog going después…
But anyways, once again, I didn’t really have a plan when I started this, but here we are. Unfortunately, I probably won’t finish talking about everything that went on in Buenos Aires. At least not now. But you gotta do things that are sustainable, sabés? I’ve gotta start making these bite-sized, because time is dwindling down, but that doesn’t mean they’re not enjoyable. I think this turned out okay. Through all the nonsense, there were some tesoritos here and there, some more pictures, some laughs, some glimpses of my life, some deep thoughts, some words of wisdom.
Not to mention a marriage. A marriage. Two of them. Al mismo tiempo.
If you asked me what I thought it would be like before I left…
Well, friends, that’s about it for this one. Keep calm, don’t panic, and carry a towel. Don’t worry, I’m with you till the end of the line. And I’ll always wear bow ties.
Until next time. Chau!!
HA. More like madman with a blog, #amiright?