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After my weekend trip to Uruguay I realized something on the way home. Buenos Aires was starting to feel like home. I was so ready to go back to my teeny tiny room on the third floor of 3252 Mansilla. All my stuff is here. It is the place I go to relax and escape. It's also where I keep my personal stash of food and is located in the part of the city I know the best. Ok. My father isn't here. My brother isn't here. Neither of my nonas are here or my countless other amazing friends and family. For the time being however, home is defined as the place where all my stuff is, and that is ok by me.

I leave you now with the amazing artistic abilities of Charly Garcia singing a knock-off of 'Sweet Home Alabama' and a guaranteed promise that tomorrow I will share my insights about Uruguay and my time there.









Due to operator errors, incapabilities and pure exhaustion here is a link to Sweet Home Buenos Aires. I highly recommend you watch.


¡Besos!
La porteña Emilia