On the road again

The trees are telling us that the wind freely reigns in this part of the world with temperatures in their "August month" as high during the day of low 40's, but it always feels colder than that. We arrived yesterday in a tiny airport with a chalet type building, where we found one luggage carousel hugged by 200 passengers peering at the shoot for luggage that did not come. After a seeming eternity 5 to 10 bags ever so often appears and of course ours showed up last. On a positive note we found the lady with our name on a sign and were safely and expeditiously delivered to our Hosteria (B&B) by cab. The broken English speaking Pablo was planting flowers in his backyard to bring some color to his tree filled lot, but after that he brought us to an adequate looking overheated room on the street level. God be praised no stair luggage lugging this time. Later we found out that on our request, they could turn off the heat per room and a seemingly stuck window could be opene...

Sometimes the gods just smile on you. Argentina is one of those countries where we both do not speak the language and where we study menus and signs with an intense interest, as if we were visiting any of the museums at the national mall and all around us were objects worthy of collecting and thus we need to know everything we can about them. We arrived yesterday early in the morning around 7:30 after a red eye flight from Atlanta to Buenos Aires, to discover how good US and/or European airports are in managing the herds of people through immigration and customs. Immigration was smooth, but then all hell broke loose: we were in the baggage area trying to wiggle ourselves through hordes of lucky luggage laden people, who tried to get through customs into the wonderful world out there called Argentina. Lines of people with their luggage snaking themselves around the carousels and then people like us, cutting a path through the lines on the way to a carousel, where hopef...