if I hadn't come to Argentina...

I may never have:

tasted locoto and maracúya

failed to learn Hebrew for the third and fourth time

adjusted to the evening starting at 11, 12 or 1am

remembered how frustrating it is to be stuck in a rubbish lecture

taken film-going advice from Mark Kermode

been flooded five times

become a café regular

tangled up my 'oi's and my 'hola's

become addicted to 'facie-bookie,' as the Brazilians call it

discovered how beautiful Argentina is

longed to be as persnickety as Veronica Mars

woken up at the sound of rain to watch the storms roll