Day 0

Northfield, Minnesota

Seeing as you found this blog, you probably already know that I am starting it because for the next three months, my parents, sister, and I will be moving from Northfield, Minnesota to Salta, Argentina. But just in case, I will tell you anyway: my parents are both on sabbatical from teaching this spring, and decided to leave the country with Maggie and I for three months. Dad went down to Salta three weeks ago to find us a place to live, and Mom, Maggie and I will be leaving tomorrow. We picked Argentina (my idea, originally, I would like to point out) because it is a Spanish-speaking country (Maggie and I have been taking Spanish immersion since first grade, so we would get to keep learning Spanish, and, hopefully, language wouldn't be too much of a problem), it is not a third-world country (which means Mom can get around), and none of us have been to South America before. As a part of the sixth semester of my high school English requirement, my now homeschool teacher, Professor Mom, has decided that I should write a blog to keep family and friends (and anyone else, for that matter) updated on our travels in South America. But back to the present. Right now, I am sitting in my living room. I just spent all morning shoveling 5 inches of snow off our long driveway and in front of the mailboxes, and somehow the snow keeps coming. I'm going to have to go back out before dark and shovel another half a foot. As much as I love Minnesota, I am very excited to leave this state and go to an 80-degree Argentine summer.