On Backpackers
Today Caroline and I discussed how I can spend my first few months back in New York reminding everyone that I went BACKPACKING IN SOUTH AMERICA.
Caroline: like, “oh, you lost your job? I remember when I used to care about the rat race…. back before I went BACKPACKING IN SOUTH AMERICA”
me: and starting every sentence with ¨WELL IN B.A. —-THATS BUENOS AIRES GUYS—-”
Caroline: “yeah, this place is cool. I guess, if you haven’t expanded your horizons like I did when I went BACKPACKING IN SOUTH AMERICA”
Caroline: “cute shoes. I remember when I used to care about shoes” but, you know, you can only fit so many pairs into YOUR BACKPACK, which I lived out of
me: understand? everything i owned, I CARRIED ON MY BACK
Caroline: I didn’t change clothes, I just CHANGED COUNTRIES!
Caroline: oh and you can’t say “argentina” you have to say “arHENtinAH”
Caroline: and are you good at pronouncing spanish-derived words commonly used in the US…. like an asshole?
me: like teLEfono?
y el rrrrrradio
Caroline: burrrrrritonew Erin is going to be so much fun
me: new Erin (pronounced ay-REEN)
Caroline: you should roll the r
(By the way, the little asshole in the photo above would not stop going into my bag and messing with everything. He was the most ill-behaved, sugared up, sunburnt child I’ve ever encountered.)
