Celina and the Orange
“Welcome home, Ruth,” the customs officer said with a warm smile.
The signs read “Newark Liberty International Airport.” I took my time walking through the terminal, alone, my bag filled with dulce de leche ...
Te Amo
Tomorrow night, I will board a plane at Pajas Blancas Airport and watch the city lights of Córdoba disappear through an airplane window. Argentina will fade away, and 22 hours after I take off, I will arrive in...
When Everything Goes Wrong Pt. II
So, here’s what we know: my wallet with my passport, almost all of my money, my credit cards and my drivers license was stolen on Wednesday afternoon when somebody unzipped my backpack as I was wearing it, and ...
When Everything Goes Wrong
In the famous words of every basic white girl ever: I can’t even.
Traveling comes with risks. Knowing this, before coming to Córdoba, I prepared myself for the worst. I made about 3,568 copies of all of my d...