Last spring, I knew I wanted to go to Latin America and teach English somewhere. I wasn’t entirely sure where, I was kind of thinking maybe Argentina, maybe Costa Rica (but doesn’t it seem like everyone goes to costa rica?), maybe Chile… But, anyway, at a job-fair thing at my University I went and I interviewed with an internship company’s head honcho and he told me about General Villegas, Argentina.

It’s a small town. The entire municipality (meaning the town and outliers) has about 20,000 people. There’s a handful of English institutes there and it’s a farming community. Seriously, I swear, half the people I met there were agronomical engineers, which generally means they do stuff with the soil.

I got it all set up to go, but somehow when it came time for my flight and stuff I hadn’t heard from him about all the hard facts of who would meet me at the airport and stuff. So, I got on the plane worried about what if no one comes to meet me at the airport. Well, no one did. Silly miscommunications. So I had to go and call my supervisor type person there, Carla, she was awesome. She’s all, finally. Okay, now you’re going to go take this bus to that bus station and then you’re going to ride the bus for six hours to get to villegas. I did.

I loved it. The people were super friendly and awesome. Throughout the whole country too, not just in Villegas where I was at, but everywhere. I went to Bs.As. I went to Calafate, I went to Iguazu, I went to the beach, I went to a couple other small towns near where I was. I saw flamingos from the bus window—wild flamingos so cool. It’s beautiful, and it’s huge.

The food is great, the people are friendly. I want to go back!