In really important ways, Argentina was my first love. It was the first place I went all by myself, and I fell in love with it hard. A little because of how Argentina made me feel about me, in the way you fall in love with that crush at summer camp because he’s the first person who’s ever looked at you like that. Argentina made me feel backlit, like the girl who makes the music swell when the camera hits her, like the girl who first broke your heart.
