I have spent the last five days traveling to and visiting Iguazú Falls in Argentina and Brazil. It was an 18 hour bus ride each way, but it the journey was more than worth it. The AC on the bus froze me a little, but other than that it was very bearable.
Iguazú was absolutely incredible. The trip ran very smoothly, I had so much fun, and saw the most beautiful sights I’ve ever seen in my life. The falls sit on the borders of Brazil and Argentina and we were fortunate enough to visit both sides!
I was absolutely in love with Iguazú. I haven’t been the biggest fan of Buenos Aires for a variety of reasons. I’ve never fallen in love with that city. I don’t hate it or anything, it just isn’t my favorite city in the world. There’s been times I felt like I made the wrong choice to come here because of that, but every time I travel a bit whether it be and hour outside of the city or 18 hours away, I feel better and better about my decision to come and truly think Argentina as a whole is a pretty incredible country.
I can feel my mind opening up and my world view changing, and it has to be one of the coolest things ever. Spanish has served as a connection to a place I had absolutely no prior connections to, and to begin to understand an entirely brand new culture and country. About a month ago, I was running late and feeling very flustered, but I needed a question answered by someone. They had noticed me speaking English with a friend from the US before we approached them. They asked me if I spoke English when my Spanish and just my brain in general was sort of failing me at the time because I was so flustered, and I was so flustered I said NO and then just continued speaking in Spanish! Um, oops? English is just my native language? However, it forced me to get my Spanish speaking act together. I had my question answered, and from a culmination of many circumstances similar to that one, I continue to see that making mistakes is the best way to learn. And I am grateful for the places knowing Spanish has been able to take me. Seeing how much more I have to learn really makes me want there to go out there and do it. I’ll continue taking Spanish classes when I get back to AU, but I think I’d really like to live in a Spanish speaking country again sometime after college.
Speaking Spanish has not only opened the door for me to study and travel Argentina, but it has also served as the connection to the culture of my ethnicity. It’s the language widely spoken in the country my dad was born in and one of the languages he grew up speaking. For quite some time now I’ve had some questions about my identity. There is grand conflation between race and ethnicity in the way they are talked about, but they are separate. What does it mean to be a white and Latina? Is it acceptable to identify this way? How living in the US fit into the picture? First and foremost, I’m duly aware of the privilege I have in being white passing alongside being born and raised in the United States. It’s a strangely unique situation, and I have so many more questions than the three written above. I’m not quite ready to publicize all my thoughts on it, but I’ve made a lot of progress and feel as though I’m finally starting to arrive at some answers for the first time in my life and that is an incredible feeling. It just so happened that as I mentally arrived in this place, I had a fantastic conversation with some friends on the last day of our Iguazú trip that made it crystal clear that race and ethnicity are intertwined but nevertheless different. Conversations like that one, traveling, and a whole lot of thinking deeply about it have and will continue to help me answer my questions.
Overall I feel really grateful for the places I’ve seen, the people I’ve met, and the experiences I’ve had so far. I still have about a month and a half left, and look forward to the remaining adventures that await!










