How Argentines Know I’m From Somewhere Else

Bookworm on the loose

During my semester abroad in Buenos Aires I often had moments where I was not recognized as a foreigner. This may be because I was simply walking on the street and there was no way for passers by to tell, or perhaps because I was saying very little and trying to act inconspicuous. I am lucky to have an Argentine physique and complexion – my hair is a light brown, but still passable, I am extremely short, have brown eyes and European heritage just like so many Argentines – so I do not stick out immediately as an extranjera. Sure, my accent often gives me away, or confusion over simple procedures such as checking out at the grocery store (who knew you have to weigh your fruit before getting in the check out line?!), but what really blows my cover is the 32 ounce Nalgene that I carry with…

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How Argentines Know I’m From Somewhere Else

Bookworm on the loose

During my semester abroad in Buenos Aires I often had moments where I was not recognized as a foreigner. This may be because I was simply walking on the street and there was no way for passers by to tell, or perhaps because I was saying very little and trying to act inconspicuous. I am lucky to have an Argentine physique and complexion – my hair is a light brown, but still passable, I am extremely short, have brown eyes and European heritage just like so many Argentines – so I do not stick out immediately as an extranjera. Sure, my accent often gives me away, or confusion over simple procedures such as checking out at the grocery store (who knew you have to weigh your fruit before getting in the check out line?!), but what really blows my cover is the 32 ounce Nalgene that I carry with…

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