Wandering South: A Long Trip to Buenos Aires

Let´s just say that getting here to Argentina took a little longer than expected! I arrived at Dulles on Tuesday around 3:00pm for a 5:30pm flight. Flight boarded as usual but we were informed that we would be delayed because of storms in the Atlanta region (where I was connecting). We ended up getting to Atlanta around 9:30, my flight to Buenos Aires was supposed to leave at 8:40pm that night. I ran down to the very last terminal to see if I could catch my flight but it had already left. After waiting in a line with many other disgruntled passengers, I was informed that I would have to wait until tomorrow for the same flight at 8:40 pm since there is only one flight a day to BsAs. I was given a voucher to stay at the Ramada Inn (still had to pay $45). Let´s just say this was the worst possible hotel I could have stayed at. It was under renovation so there was no pool, no lounge, no business center. So I arrived there around 12am, had a nutritious dinner of gingerale and doritos and called it a night.

My survival kit for the next couple months.

I awoke at 9am with a full day ahead of me, but it was raining so that didn´t offer much. I flipped between Food Network, Travel Channel and the ridiculous reality shows on VH1. When I found myself watching "America´s Most Smartest Model" I felt it was time to get going. So I set off to find something to eat in the lovely town of College Park, GA. Apparently, I didn´t fit in there, because every other car felt the need to beep and hoot at me. Awesome. After seeing the sights which included: numerous title pawn shops (a sign you are in the South), the Dollar Tree and every fast food establishment known to man, I decided to have lunch at a little thai place called HOT CAFE where I had a delicious plate of Pan Se Ew. I effectively killed the rest of the day reading and writing in my journal (when you start including a time with your journal entries, you are really bored!). In retrospect, having a day to kill wasn´t that bad. The days before I left were hectic and emotionally very hard. So having a day to myself was probably what I needed. My flight was great, met a nice woman named Helga and her daughter Carla who grew up in Argentina and went to Med School there but now lives in Kentucky. Big change eh? She gave me lots of great tips and was really sweet. I arrived in Buenos Aires right on time, 24 hrs later. I met up with Jules at the Milhouse Hostel in BsAs and was excited to be there, finally!