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A Day In My Life In Argentina
The more things change, the more they stay the same.
Routines have a way of following you. Wherever I’ve lived, whether in a camper while traveling the United States or in another country altogether, my daily life has remained surprisingly steady.
Maybe it’s because I live alone. I don’t have a significant other or kids. I have a dog. A few months back I had two, but time ages us all (sadly, dogs a bit faster). And while having a single dog instead of several, the day hasn’t changed.
The more things change, the more they stay the same.
French writer Jean-Baptiste Alphonse Karr is credited for being the first to pen that line. In French, of course. But I thought I’d avoid forcing you to read my French. Heck, I live in a Spanish-speaking country and I wouldn’t want to put you through reading my Spanish either.
I’ve lived in Argentina for two years now. In South America, I’m going on three. From time to time people ask what life is like on a daily basis. It’s interesting who asks me this and who doesn’t. Family doesn’t. Not really, anyway. Friends don’t probe much either. Outside of single guys asking what it’s like living in the land of Latinas, what I do during the day doesn’t come up either.
