It was my second day in Buenos Aires, my first day of orientation, and my first time actually out in the city. I knew it would be winter when I arrived here in July. But I figured, it’s South America: how cold can it really get? To my dismay: quite cold. That day it was in the high 40s, but there was terrible windchill. Naturally, the director of my program thought this would be the perfect time to take a walking tour of our new home. For once, I was glad to have experienced truly freezing weather.
