Fern has an exceptional knack for pointing out almost absurd geographical quirks, like the 'dry border with Uruguay,' proving that even borders can have a sense of humor if you squint hard enough.

With reflections on being a López, Fern's self-reflection shines brighter than a midnight oil lamp, exposing layers of identity almost as complex as labyrinthine post-it notes.

Dropping hints about 'maestrías' like they’re casual snacks, Fern keeps the academic tone light and amusing, as if schooling were a round of charades.