My sister dropped me off at the Dulles airport in the late morning on Tuesday. After checking my bags and getting my tickets, I went through security with plenty of time to spare. I wandered a bit to find a place to eat, I settled on Harry’s Tap Room. I had a really friendly waitress who talked to me about enjoying life and taking risks, it was like she knew me without ever having met me. She was short with black hair and wore a silky green shirt. Her hair was tied back in a low bun with two tight braids going from her part to the back. If I was to guess her age, I’d say 40. She had a thick accent but I couldn’t place it besides to say she spoke Spanish. She told me we all should be taking chances to be happy instead of always worrying about having money and being stressed. I ordered a tomato, pesto, and sweet pepper soup. It was, hands down, the best tomato soup I’ve ever had. I followed that with salmon and french fries and washed it all down with some sugary lemonade.
On my flight I had three seats all to myself, I spread out and slept almost the entire way to Colombia, only waking up for my meal. I knew my transfer would be tight, I only had an hour and 15 minutes. I was going to have to collect my bags, go through customs and recheck my bags, but I’ve had to do that before and made short transfers. This time was different, we waited on the tarmac for over 45 minutes, just sitting there, we were told that all the gate staff were busy. Needless to say, a lot of us missed our transfers. My Spanish was so bad that it was difficult to figure out what was going on. Luckily there were several other people who spoke English and Spanish to help out, one gentleman named Diego was on a business trip and made sure I got through everything. I only had about 3 hours in the hotel the airline put us up in, but my room was more like an apartment than a hotel room. It was an entire suite, complete with a kitchen.
After a short nap I had to be at the airport again, and the next flight went to Lima, Peru where I’d be transferring again to Buenos Aires. I had three seats to myself again, so again I slept through the flight. In Lima there were no problems at all, my bags went straight to Buenos Aires and I never had to leave the gate. I enjoyed a vodka orange juice (because after that I deserved it!) and messaged everyone in an internet cafe. AGAIN on the third flight I had three seats to myself! It was fabulous, so I slept again. I arrived in Buenos Aires stinky from over 24 hours of cabin plane on me, exhausted from only napping, but so excited. Seeing Alejandro again was the best feeling in the world, and his family welcomed me with open arms and smiles.
Alejandro gave me a tour around the neighborhood Olivos. Stay tuned for more as I embark on this adventure in Argentina and learn more about Buenos Aires, Argentina, and this amazing part of the world!