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Don’t cry (Italy); for me (right now) it’s Argentina

At the age of 46, I have, rather unexpectedly, become an exchange student of sorts in Buenos Aires. Having never done that when I was younger, I’m happy to have the opportunity to check that wish off the list, even if I’m being a tag-along to Older Son, who is the real exchange student.

I wasn’t quite sure what to expect, but in Buenos Aires I’ve discovered a cousin to my Italian family’s city, Bari. The mix of architecture is a blend of Paris and Southern Italy, and if I don’t pay too much attention, the rapidly spoken Spanish sounds Italian. (And they say ciao here! Although it may be spelled chau…) My Italian has come in handy, even though I can’t easily navigate through the very basic needs of any traveler: restaurants, directions, shops.

Enjoy this photo journal from the first few days, and for more frequent updates be sure to like Prayers and Piazzas on Facebook.

Chau a tutti!

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