vast lands and skyscrapers – the finale

On monday, may 19th, I landed at the airport in Montreal, where my hostdad picked me up. It was a weird feeling being back at the place I had been living at for 6 months when I was 15, seeing that so little had changed since then. I met some friends and had endless talks about the passed three years.

last days on the continent of diversity

The ferry from B.A. to Colonia del Sacramento took about an hour to cross Rio de la Plata. I spent two nights at El Viajero, having a look around the beautiful colonial town.

the first goodbye

It’s the heart (or a butterfly) he drew into the train’s window while the train started to move. It was visible for another hour, then the rain washed it away.

The last week went by way too fast. Still, it was full of rememorable moments of any kind.