-Getting free snacks... for some reason here you always get a little bite to eat with beer and coffee
-Hearing produce trucks on the cobblestone outside my window
-Wanting to take pictures of everything I see-Medialunas, delicious croissant treats
-My host family
-Street art- graffiti is such a real form of expression and it really speaks to me
-Piropo… sort of (Piropos are men's catcalls and whistles that follow me everywhere. I'm only going to miss it because I've grown so accustomed to the disrespectful, yet mildly ego-boosting, occurrence.)
-Listening to my host dad singing tangos at night
-Beatiful people (and I mean that in a purely superficial manner... like, seriously, they're beautiful here)
-Nearly automatic self-discovery
-The excitement of being mistaken for a local
-Fairs
-Breakfast in bed
-Street musicians
-Talking to people who lived through the distant events that I’ve only read about
-Staying up to see the sunrise, normally on accident
-Falling off of my seat in colectivos (buses)
-My host family
-Having daily adventures
-Finding something in common with total strangers
-Meeting people with completely different perspectives than me
-Cold weather (you have no idea how much I'm dreading returning to the heat)
-Cafe doble con crema
-The cheese... yum!
-My host family
-Amazing museums
-Seeing everything for the first time
-Crazy taxi drivers that ask awkward yet entertaining questions
-MY HOST FAMILY -- I will never get over how utterly amazing they are. I'm already crying and I don't have to say goodbye for two days...
Here's the thing - I miss the people at home, my friends and family, a lot. BUT I really just wish they could be transferred here. I've fallen in love with this city, this region and this way of life. I can't wait to come back!
