I ran away

Photo 1: Horseback riding in a campo, or farm, in Córdoba. It was really cold. And I got caught in the thorns--twice. And my horse didn´t like me--we went astray and I needed rescuing. As miserable as I was, I loved every minute of it. And the girl on the right is Catty, my friend from my program who also happens to live really close to me.

2 weekends ago, I had a long weekend with no plans. So, as I sat in class at 8pm, I received a text message (as I can no longer do without a cell phone) that read, "let´s go to Córdoba tonight." I had no more information than that and I decided to take the 10.30p bus that night. In the morning, we (2 other girls) realized that we don´t have a place to stay. Luckily, we found a hostel ($8 USD per night) that had room, people were friendly, and had a certificate that stated that they were bug-free. PERFECT. If you´re ever in town, look for Tango Hostel. Great place.

It´s very rare that I´m spontaneous like that. But surprisingly, I had no problems going and letting go. In turn, I had an amazing experience and met wonderful people.

Photo 2: A glimpse of some of the people (other tourists, non-American) I met at the horseback riding excursion. This was taken after the asado, or extremely Argentine barbecue. We sat in the little shed thing next to the stables listening to someone play the guitar. It was dusty, smelly, and "farm-y" but unforgettable and very lovely. City girl in country life doesn´t work well all the time.