Reflecting on the trip, there were many important lessons I learned about the history, culture, and hospital systems in Argentina, specifically Buenos Aires. I found it fascinating how the three sector system works and the difference in quality of care based on insurance. While all the hospitals in the United States would be considered private, I admire the Argentine system for conducting their system on the basis that healthcare is a human right that is accessible to all citizens. I always found it unjust that some Americans feel that they must avoid hospitals simply because they don’t have the means to pay. I even find myself reluctant to go for checkups or when I’m hurt because all the costs add up so quickly. For example, when I was almost positive that I sprained my ankle, I denied an X-ray because it would be over 1,000 dollars. I believe that our system also provokes skepticism in doctors and nurses that they may perform unnecessary tests for profit. Aside from that comparison between the U.S. and Argentine health systems, I found it very interesting speaking to locals and observing their way of life. I think the lifestyles of many other countries are generally healthier of that of the United States, and this was apparent to me during my two weeks in Argentina. For example, many more people seem to walk around and exercise rather than taking a car. Another aspect was that Doordashers rode bikes while carrying the food in backpacks. While Argentina still had a lot of the foods that are in the States, it was clear that they don’t use the same artificial chemicals and preservatives that are so apparent in American food. A lot of the food and pastries were made fresh rather than heated from a box or can. Additionally, produce was much more accessible, even in the city. On almost every street there were markets dedicated to just the sale of fruits and vegetables, which would be rare to see in Pittsburgh. Another observation of mine was how proud the Argentinians were of their history. This may have been more obvious due to the vast array of museum that the group visited, but even just around the city through murals and sculptures were commemorations of historical figures. An image that resonated with me was the pile of gift and flowers left on Evita’s grave when we visited the cemetery. I thought it was special that so many citizens keep her memory alive despite the passing of time. I loved my time in Argentina, and it is an experience that I am so grateful to have had and a time I will never forget.