Friends Note

Sorry to everyone, for some reason I no longer can place photos on my blog. The option has somehow vanished when I click on "New Post". But any hew that doesn’t stop me completely from updating you on my adventures.
I recently returned from the North of Argentina with a group of exchange students. We traveled up through Mendoza, Salta, Juyjuy, La Rioja, Missiones, ect. I will add another post about our journey; but for the moment I would like to quote a passage a friend wrote in my travel journey. Dylan is a pretty cool kid; 18 and a young living hippy from Austin Texas. I know right, hippies exist in Texas?! That was my first impression. I’m pretty sure that is almost an oxymoron. Every moment with Dylan is sure to be an adventure; whether it be climbing mountains in the most southern city in the world to make a bonfire in the snow, or listening to his personal jam sessions on the acoustic guitar of old blues artist, or attempting to bring a little home to Argentina by making spicy chili and refried beans in a cabin Calafate. I have enjoyed our friendship over the year and like to share with you someone else’s outlook upon my year. ..
“So here is my response to your stimulating request that I write a sarcastic overview of our trip. Really the gift in that is just that ability to see truth exactly where you want to see it, and recognition is subjective to the point that just because because you think didn’t happen, doesn’t mean that it didn’t. You live your life that dies, and as I see it dead people don’t have to answer for stretching conventional reality a bit. So why not see the world as you think it looks best, not as they say it looks. The mountains, tree, lakes, people, and every little world within them are open to your own little mental manipulation so paint them any color you want because the moon looks a hella lot cooler in pink. That was a little bit of surrealist approach to the challenge, but is sort of rocks I think. If you really want to remember what we saw in our travels, then I’ll just say it was like mountains and water and shit. We really aren’t going that far away from each other in our grand trip back home, less now that this year has put distance into perspective. Bearing in mind that we live in the world, not just in the US, the distance in between us won’t be a good quarter of the country but just a short little leap in the globe, so I hope you will come visit me one day; and I’ll surely let you know if I ever find myself up in your parts.”