Don’t Cry for Me Argentina
“The truth is I never left you”
I have about an hour and a half until I head to the airport. I wanted to talk about my last week in Buenos Aires, and I will, but first I want to talk about leaving and let me just say: It’s hard. I don’t want to go, and I don’t know how I’m supposed to leave the beautiful city in which I have lived for the last semester. But as my clichéd title and opening quote say, I will never have truly left Argentina, or more accurately, it won’t leave me. I will carry it around with me forever, and for that I am thankful.
My last week was busy and too short. After classes were over, IFSA gave us a bonus week in which we got to live with our host parents but just hang out in the city. I went to Museo de Bellas Artes, which was lovely. I also went to several of my favorite places for the last time as a sort of way to say goodbye. I didn’t get to do everything I wanted (Thank to my uncanny ability to take the wrong colectivo ramal) but I felt good about it anyway. I went out with friends one last time, and I also dyed my hair blonde. My roommate and I went to brunch, and I visited Evita’s tomb a final time. My last week was bittersweet, but I think I made the most of it. Saying goodbye to my Host Mom was probably the hardest, and according to Sophie she was so sad and extra loving for the rest of the day.
This blog post is short, but it is mostly because I am sad to leave and don’t know how to express that. My next post will be my last, once I return to the US! I am so very excited to see my friends and eat hashbrowns and macaroni and cheese, but I will miss Buenos Aires, and it will forever be in my heart.