Writing this final blog from my living room in Wisconsin feels a bit surreal. As I was driving home from O’hare airport on Monday, watching the fields roll by and, later, the Welcome to Wisconsin …
Aly Niehans
Vamos Argentina!
I’m approaching the last leg of my time in Buenos Aires (9 days left to be exact) but if there’s one thing I’ve learned about the city while living here it has been that there’s …
Buen Viaje
Two weeks ago I was lucky enough to travel to Mendoza, Argentina, for a week with my friend Katie. After the slight debacle that was our rushed Patagonia trip, getting lost in mountains and making …
La memoria de una nación
Memory is a powerful thing. Memories shape the way we interact with situations and people. Memories influence our decisions, our mood, our understanding of the world around us, reminding us of lessons learned and mistakes …
Home is where the heart is
The beginning of May marks the end of another semester. People are cramming for finals, frantically packing up their apartments and cleaning out the fridges that have remnants of food long spoiled sitting in the …
Breaking News
I’m writing this blog sitting on the sidewalk outside a theater, waiting for my fellow exchange students to show up so we can watch a Norwegian melodrama translated into Spanish for the next hour and …
Embracing the Differences
My introduction to Buenos Aires was a forty minute taxi ride from the airport to my apartment, and in those forty minutes I saw my life flash before my eyes on at least three different …
School is in Session, Sort of
It’s crazy to think that I’ve already been in Buenos Aires for three weeks. It’s also crazy to think that I’ve only been here for three weeks, because boy oh boy have we jam packed …
Patagonia or Bust
On Tuesday of this past week, two of my friends and I made the incredibly impromptu decision to fly to El Calafate this weekend and do some actual, real life trekking in Patagonia. After two …
Hola de Buenos Aires
Buenos Aires is wild. When I stepped off the airplane on Monday morning at the crack of dawn, the first thing I remember thinking is “I hope it’s not always this warm” followed closely by …