Jackie Steves is guest-hosting her Dad’s blog with 17 posts in 17 days. Follow the adventures of Andy and Jackie Steves as they ‘ the first Steves to venture into South America ‘ report on their experience.
In the same time zone but in another hemisphere, I am now back at Georgetown University, beginning my junior year of college.
When I tell my friends what I did over the summer, most of them ask what it’s like down there, as if that portion of Latin America mystifies them. I tell them that Machu Picchu is, in fact, not overrated, and that its ancient majesty and sacred surroundings live on. I tell them that tango in Argentina must be the most sexually alluring, yet dignified, art form ever invented. I tell them that Brazilians are masters at life: lovers of dance, song, progress, beauty, tradition, and love itself. I tell them that paradise can be found on a small island off the coast of Brazil, rimmed by perfect yellow-sand beaches and small sailboats, but not a single car.
Half of my friends are studying abroad this semester. People are surprised when I tell them I am not studying abroad. I must be crazy, right? Andy had what he calls “the time of his life!” while in Rome. Everyone else I know who has studied abroad raves excessively about the unforgettable adventures they had.
So what kind of Steves doesn’t seize the opportunity to study abroad? I realized I can eat my cake and have it too. I want eight full semesters of Georgetown classes, to which I have developed an awful addiction (I know, I’m a nerd). As for the summers, while I revel in my fond memories of South America, I have already begun scheming for next summer…
Europe served as my training wheels. South America was my kid bicycle. What will be my motorcycle?