Despididas, Farewells.

Here I am, in the end of stay camp, ending my long adventure in the much loved Argentina. This is probably the worst camp I have ever been on in the history of camps. Everyones just waiting for their flights home, I don't really know anyone and I would do anything to be back in La Plata right now. ANYTHING. I've already said goodbye to so many people and every time I did it, I wished that I'd just turn back around and say "KIDDING!, I'm here forever!" but no, i couldn't. :(
On the other hand, I finally got to catch up with my friends from Norway and Annie and Maria from New Zealand again... That's about all that's good right now. Well apart from being on my way home I had a bunch of despididas (farewells), like I had in New Zealand which I'll write about.

First off, we had a party two weeks ago. There was a lot of alcohol, I didn't drink but for the sake of the dignity of my friends I'll say no more and that it was a whole lot of fun and I enjoyed it thoroughly! You guys are the best!

And then we all went to a Pizzeria on Friday night, we all waited outside in the freezing cold until we had enough people to go in and claim two tables, we still had more than enough people haha. The pizza was delicious and the company was even better, my friends gifted me a sweatshirt from my school which I've been wanting during my whole exchange but didn't know who to ask. You probably now see me wearing this same sweatshirt in all my photos, just cause It's like a representation of all my friends here in Argentina who I love so much. So much infact that after the Pizzeria, we all went outside for Icecream, chatted for a while and then went to say our goodbyes. Pretty much everyone cried. That was when I really felt like I had my own special place in Argentina, I can't wait to return. Sometimes I really wonder if I belong here more that I belong in New Zealand.

The Saturday following was probably one of the best ever outings, if not the best, that I have ever had in the duration of my life. Martin, Joaco, Ghersi, Uriel, Mora and I all went to the Children's Republic and spent the day doing what 6 teenagers do best. Nothing. We rode a few of the rides and played around on Mora's skateboard and made a video of probably the best ever court scene known to man! I honestly can't stop smiling when I watch it hahaha. This day was honestly so well spent and I still can't believe how I'm not going to see them all for so long, I don't think anyone can! Everyone I met here is so great!

The Sunday, I thought I was just going to stay home packing my bag sadly and moping around all day, when  I actually ending up in the middle of town with more friends doing whatsoever just to spend time with me, we ended up going to the usual hangout table in Mcds and then making our way to more nothingness and finally ending up in a pancake restaurant. It's moments of spontaneousness that I'm really going to miss about these people, every day here was done spontaneously. Like if a teacher didn't show up, we'd go play soccer, or walk around town. Now that I think about it, Joaco promised to take me to the zoo on my first day of school...we never did. ohwell, All the more reason to return I say!

Monday morning. Bags Packed. The Realization of going home still hadn't set in, and I was on my way to the terminal ready to say bye to everyone, I honestly felt like the deceased at a funeral! I got there and Sophie was already bawling her eyes out, I saw my friends first, they were fine, but after I saw Sophie, I just couldn't take it anymore and some tears just started flowing as we hugged eachother, neither of us could believe it! I still can't. I turned around and saw Joaco, Juli and Martin waiting for me. More tears for the people I cared about so much, and then furthermore behind them was my family silently waiting, How much could I cry! Never have I felt so sad in my life, I swear I'll come back though! So I ended up getting on the bus and off I went to return back from my dream world and back into reality.

Pity that right now, I'm in this silly camp. It's honestly the biggest drag in between a dream and home, might aswell as spend it dancing horrible maori dances with the other new zealanders. Be home soon everyone, hasta luego Argentina!