¡MI FAMILIA ARGENTINA!
|Tomas, my 4 year old best friend, is not pictured. He chose to hide under a couch cushion...boludo.|
|ah, there he is.|
They keep telling me I need to find an Argentine boyfriend so I'll have a reason to stay here. What I don't think they realize is that I've already fallen in love with a whole family of Argentines. It's a shame they don't have any sons, because I would have married into this family in a heartbeat. I'm already informally invited to my host sister's future/eventual wedding, and these people are all invited to mine, whenever that might be.
I'll miss listening to my host dad tell me about how great Salta is and how all these natural disasters are proof that the Earth hates us. I'll miss being persuaded by my host mom into accepting second helpings of dinner. I'll miss my host sister reprimanding my host mom for not letting me decline second helpings of dinner. I'll miss the hilarious and re simpáticos friends and neighbors of my host family that have joined us for dinner on multiple occasions. I'll miss Sunday brunches of wine and milanesa, and swapping bad words with my host sisters' husbands. I'll miss trying to study as the 4-year old screams, for no apparent reason, from the other room. I'll miss my host dad's speculations as I dip everything in sight in dulce de leche. I'll miss coming home at 4am and making drunk food with my host sister. I'll miss watching cartoons, coloring and playing games with my host nephews(?). I'll miss constantly being asked, by everyone, if I'm wearing enough clothes to endure the "cold" weather outside.
That entrance fee I paid to get into Argentina is good for the next 10 years, although my passport expires in 8, so I know I'll be back before then.
[This post was written in segments, seeing as every time I sat down to write, I would just get way too emotional]