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Where Restlessness Goes

In The Art of Travel, 6. Book #1, Buenos Aires by KianaLeave a Comment

Yesterday, I returned from a trip through Patagonia, which I appropriately accompanied with the novel In Patagonia by Bruce Chatwin. The novel is a first-person account of Chatwin’s journey through Patagonia to find the old skin of a sloth, a piece reminiscent of his grandmother and his childhood. In Chatwin’s words, “Patagonia is the farthest place to which man walked …

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Dónde Está Santiago Maldonado

In The Art of Travel, 5. Politics, Buenos Aires by Kiana1 Comment

“History has a way of repeating itself.” No. The progression of time doesn’t make the same mistakes, people do. Governments do. An increasing gap in understanding between opaque leadership and a furious public perpetuates itself, but the day the inflictors take responsibility is the day these patterns are broken. Today, we find Argentina in the midst of this blame game. …

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In The Art of Travel, 4. The Spirit of Place, Buenos Aires by Kiana1 Comment

I want to talk about the spirit encapsulated in a small gourd. There are many arguably more important symbols of a city with tumultuous history in government and human rights, but worry about that later. I’m going to focus on the gourd. Every morning, Buenos Aires wakes up and kicks off the day with not coffee, but mate (pronounced maté). …

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I Am Dumb in Spanish

In The Art of Travel, 2. Communicating, Buenos Aires by Kiana

There is one way I feel that I can accurately describe my experience thus far with the language barrier. It’s a Monday morning in Spanish class, and I’m explaining the spread of neoliberalism in post World War II Latin American nations. One hour later, I’m in a nail salon, and all I’m able to spit out is “hola….. nails..?” It’s …

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The Argentina Effect

In The Art of Travel, 1. Introductions, Buenos Aires by Kiana

People keep commending me for coming here. I think it’s because when they think about Argentina, a nondescript jungle littered with Evita scripts comes to mind. I’d like to take this time to officially settle the matter- Buenos Aires is a large city, and in some ways much like New York. In fact, I live in a sub-section of the …