An Argentine friend of mine (I know, right?) said that I look just like a typical American. No, it's not how I dress, it's not my hair or my shoes, it's my face.
That pissed me off, since I'm trying to blend in, but furthermore because it made me realize that Buenos Aires isn't different from Barcelona, or the rest of the world for that matter, where nationality and race are so closely linked. It seems to me that only in some American cities, along with maybe London, are there vast numbers of people of different races who have all been living there for generations.
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Ah Dan I totally forgot you were blogging your adventures and was wondering why I hadn't heard about any of your travels yet! It's so good to see you're doing well, making friends (not that it's a surprise), and have found an apartment! Sage and I find out pretty soon where ours will be, so we'll let you know then! I can't wait to see you in less than a month!!!
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