It might be safe to say that Maga was my first friend in Mendoza. She worked at the first hostel I stayed at and was such a delight, I think people would stay there just to be in her presence. She clearly loves what she does…meeting, entertaining, and charming people from all over the world, alway practicing her many languages. When she found out I wanted to learn Spanish, she refused to talk to me in English…until I had at least tried in Spanish first. Unless we were talking about love, haha, then it was all sorts of passionate gushing conversations in whatever words came first.
When I first met her, she was saving to go travel in Europe. She’s Argentinian in blood and Irish in heart and it was a dream for her to go there. When I came back to Mendoza 6 months later to live, she met me with open arms and her addicting smile and laugh….yeah, my first Mendocina friend. I was there a few months later when she made a dream come true and took off for Ireland. This is especially noteworthy because of how difficult it can be for Argentinians to travel due to ongoing issues with their peso and such. So as not to turn this into a political post, let’s just admire that she wanted to do this so badly and worked so hard for it and she did it.
This hostel was my home while I looked for a home and Maga was a delight to have around as a friend. When you see someone with such a glowing personality, it makes you wonder how people experience you. I realize that it is almost impossible to not smile at someone who is smiling at you…with their mouth and their eyes. She is a happy, wild soul and I had to give her a paper crane to thank her for…well, being her. Now go visit her at Punto Urbano hostel in Mendoza, or invite her to visit you! (especially if you live in Europe)