In the begining

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From those of you have known me since I could pull down the curtain rods, would know that at some stage or another a chick whose key aim in life was to climb to the top of something regardless of what that object is would understand that my life would be defined for pointless aims.

To be honest while I always wanted to go on exchange, the experience that I was imagined entailed living a. a nomadic tribe in Mongolia and learning to ride a horse, b. being the only white person on a tiny island in Samoa, or c. living in Asia to see what it is like sharing a 1 room house with 10 people. Unsurprisingly then, my initial desire to go on exchange was fuelled by the notion of reading Don Quixote in Spanish, which I figured would only occur with some intense language study. Sooo I've off to be the 6th member of an argentine family, to share a room with my 17 year old host sister, to eat more than my weight in beef, learn the rituals of mate, and to dance the tango. It will hopefully be a year to embrace random and spontaneous opportunities presented to those who join the wacky world of exchange students.

The last two days have been hectic, but I have my visa have randomly ran to this girl who is going to Argentina with me, and lives down the road at my cousins at the pub, and then the father for my girl I have been emailing who is also going to Argentina with me.

To be honest though after 3 months of pure, absolute, and complete boredom it is a refreshing change

If anyone needs to contact me please feel free to email my yahoo account, and I’ll be sending out my argentine contact details very soon….

Lots of love sally

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