I appoligize up front for any spelling issues that may be in here. The computer is looking for spanish words and could care less about english. Oh well.
Well, there was one casuality of the trip before I even got on the plane. Somehow my hat managed to wander off, while I was in the airport. It will be missed.
The plane ride itself was about as expected. Long and painful. I did manage to get a nice picture of the sunrise from my window.
I sat next to Ignacio, or Iggy as he introduced himself. An Argentine linguist who sounds like he is from California.
following the ten hour plane ride I found myself in Ezeza(sp?) Airport on the outsikts of Buenos Aires. I got a bit of a chance to try my Spanish, though most seem to recognize me as an English speaker. I got a taxi and gave the address for the hostel I was to be staying at and off we went. We got stuck in traffic (because of school according to the driver) at around 9.30am. It turned a 30 min (guess) trip into about an hour. I was ok with that, it gave me a chance to speak to the driver and start to remember my Spanish.
Eventually we made it to San Telmo. Though the number I gave the driver at first was wrong, and we had to get back in the taxi and go two blocks back (not super easy in town where all streets are one way). But we finally did make it to the hostel Carlos Gardel. Which is where I still reside.