So yesterday another good friend took off…to head back to their country, family and real lives (alternative to this weird surreal existance that we have here in Argentina. Are you guys even sure that Argentina is a real country…any of you actually been here to prove it! If you can’t see it…is it actually there?). But I am done complaining about it, lets just get down to the cold, hard, sentimental facts!
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| From MI CUMPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
Miren Anaut
Officially from Pamplona, Spain
Really from Navarro, in Basque Country
Speaks Euskara (Basque)
Studied Law and Economics at the University of Pamploma
Traveled the vast majority of Argentina by bus in 3 weeks with her boyfriend
Is an amateur cyclist
Eats banana and bread sandwiches as an afternoon snack
Is the only person who calls me Jen, instead of Jenny
Worked at the Institute for Human Rights for over 6 months, and over a week longer than me
Has seen the tour de france live
Her name means “Maria” in Euskara
Gave me an orange, frog patterned bandana
Visited my neighborhood with me a few times, and really helped launch my project
Loves empenadas
Is a lawyer and this trip to Argentina changed her world view, one more down…many to go!
Has a picasa page, so check it out!
Miren will be severely missed. She was at the institute even before I got there, and as to date (though this will change very quickly) is the institutes longest standing intern. Personally, our friendship really accelerated towards the end, as she started helping me in the last few weeks with my project, going to the neighborhood with me, tossing ideas around and helping to keep me focused and realistic. She also introduced me to, and kind of addicted me to Spinning…you know, that basically useless idea of riding a bike in place? Yeah that….
As all of the interns at the Institute of Human Rights have gotten along so well (enwrapped in academic environment that by nature creates humanity, equality, peace, justice, tolerance, support etc…NOT!!!!!!!!!!!!) we have all decided to that we are going to meet up again, in Spain, this following year for the festival of San Fermin, in Pamploma, and all stay in Miren’s house! Who’s with me! Lets go see front row (or balcony!!!!) the running of the bulls!
