Marissa Rosenberg-Carlson ‘18
I was one of the three people who took the 20-hour (each way) bus trip - as opposed to a 1.5 hour plane ride - to get there, which meant that I got to drive through the beautiful stretches of pampas that cover most of the country.
We stayed at a hostel and spent a full day in the park itself, going to different lookout spots - the first picture is from one spot called the Garganta del Diablo. We even got to take a boat ride under the falls, which was exhilarating (if terrifying at points).
Te extraño, Buenos Aires!
Briana Pagano '18
Shrouded in the jungle’s eternal mist, I whooped at the top of my lungs against the cascade’s deafening roar, in duet with Mother Nature.
With a rev of the engine, the boat propelled my neon-vested torso under the rainbow and into the unrelenting spray of Salto San Martin, where I titled my head upwards toward 200-plus feet of sheer wonder.
On the horizon, a Great Dusky Swift spread its wings against the spray of the Garganta del Diablo, dwarfed by the fall’s immensity, and I was reminded that I am a mere speck on this great blue marble we call home.
As water cascaded around me in an endless flow, my mind flooded with thoughts of all that had come before me, and all that would one day go after. Moments like this are so much greater than we can ever be. The world is so big and we are so small and there is something in that equation that, in its fragility, is ineffably beautiful.
Though I may only have been on this earth for 19 years, I can’t help but think that maybe this is what it’s all about. Perhaps life is about stumbling—upon unforeseen moments in time that change your perspective, and you, forever.
Jessica Reed '18
This backbone of support from the very beginning was what transformed my fear into the feeling of wonder. Every day in the city was an adventure. Getting on the bus for the first time after missing one because I didn't know when to put my hand up was a larger success than finishing my first semester at Princeton.
The conversations I had in the back of cabs where I was truly forced to speak Spanish lead to joining in celebration as we listened and talked about the soccer game on the radio. By the time the last day came I wasn't ready to leave. I fell in love with Argentina, the city, and the porteños.
It was something about walking around, finding a coffee shop, and being able to get away with forgetting that I myself don't live there that made me realize how much the trip impacted me.
And now I'm just searching for ways that I can go back.