If you read my last post you’ll know I was en route to Argentina with some form of Ebola. So settle in because we’re picking up right where we left off.
You know how some girls wake up in a magical fairy type way? We all know one, she just magically opens her perfectly un-puffy eyes and glows with health. Or at least that’s how I imagine Heidi Klum wakes up.
I, however, wake up looking like a small redheaded troll.
There we are, a snotty redhead troll and Captain America, arriving in Buenos Aires.
Somehow I, the Flight Attendant that has all her travel arranged for her, had convinced Danny that I was fully capable of planning everything. So naturally he looked to his little troll companion to direct us to what I’m sure he thought was sure was a very well thought out plan.
Let’s get this out of the way right here. There has never been a time on God’s green earth that I have considered details. I like to say I’m the creative type which means, in this case, when I had told Danny I had arranged for a driver….
I had downloaded Uber and said a fervent prayer that the Lord Almighty would arrange for there to be Wifi in South America.
As fate would have it, wifi is rather spotty in South America as are the actual drivers themselves. I panicked as I watched Roberto drive around the airport for 43 minutes trying to find us while telling Danny it was just going to be a second longer. It’s not like it was 90 degrees or anything.
Finally I had the sense to take refuge in the nearest coffee establishment and then proceeded in all of my dramatic glory to sob to the exclusively Spanish speaking barista when I figured out iced coffee was not a thing.
Who voluntarily agrees to travel with me?
All of this to say, I have fallen more in love with a man who had pre downloaded google translate on his phone (because details are his thing) and ordered a coffee frappe before I had had time to say “well slap my grandma”.
After 2 1/2 hours of waiting for Gregorio to show up in his Prius we embarked on a week in Buenos Aires. It was nothing like we thought it would be in both good ways and bad ways. I learned to never volunteer to plan a vacation, that air conditioning is one of God’s biggest blessings and that a love that can withstand a vacation is worth fighting for.
And here’s some pictures because… why not?