My best friend in Argentina is in a punk rock band.  I hate punk rock.  But when played with an accoustic guitar by a lake in Patagonia by a hilarious guy who I have a lot of fun with, I love it!  

 Listening to his music on my ipod makes picking strawberries a lot less boring.  I don’t have a clue what the songs are about because they’re in Spanish, but I’m pretty sure they’re about weed.  Or relationships.

I feel like I’m finally getting the chance to be the cheesey teenage girl I never could  because I was too busy doing cocaine and stuff.  When you’re in a foreign country, you can be anyone you want to be.  You also realize you’re not who you thought you were.  Apparently, I’m a sappy, sentimental person and I love it.

(Patagonia, Argentina)

(I’m also going to make a plug for the band, too. It’s La Billy.  They’re great.)