Patagonia and Persona
Mar 28, 2019 · 5 min read
by: Anna Canny
The moment we touched down in Buenos Aires, in a rush of hot January air, I was on my own. The girls I had exchanged a few words with over the course of the semester had suddenly become my best friends, and the rain gear, cargo pants, and snacks packed neatly in my backpack had become my most cherished possessions. The twelve of us made our way through the crowded airport, holding tightly to our sunglasses and fanny packs, trying to keep up with our professor as he darted confidently through throngs of people. We had three weeks of Argentina ahead of us.
