11:45 PM – I write this part as we fly north at 550 miles per hour 33,000 feet up in the sky. The flight map shows that we are currently above the Amazon rainforest in Brazil. The darkness stretches for miles upon miles, interrupted only intermittently by the orange glow of city lights. It still hasn’t sunk in that we’ve truly left, that we’re going to wake up tomorrow morning in a place completely different from our beds in Argentina. With each passing minute, our distance from Argentina increases, yet a large part of me remains. It remains in Buenos Aires, remains in my host family’s home, remains in Colegio North Hills. It may take hours, days, or even weeks for me to get this part of me back. It might not come back all at once. It might not come back at all. In its place, however, are the stories – the most portable souvenir of them all. They come in all shapes and sizes – sad, funny, short, long – for all sorts of occasions. They help me reminisce about an incredible place with incredible people. They have the power to invoke emotions from myself and the people around me. These stories will provide me with joy, comfort, and companionship for the rest of my life – what more could I ask for?
–Vibhav
What a wonderful trip we have had! Thank you everyone for being such a fun loving and easy going group.
Have a great summer!
–Ms. C
