Is what I assured Stella in Dallas when a putrid smell wafted around us before take off. It was either jet fuel or stale poo fumes, as our seats were right next to the bathroom - so I chose jet fuel.
After our two and a half hour flight to Dallas, we hauled through DFW to make it to our gate just in time to board. A movie (Miss Pettigrew - cute), dinner (she had the beef, I had the chicken - I won), and an Ambien later we landed after ten and a half hours of flying.
May I pause to sing the praises of Ambien? Ammmmbiennnn, I looooovvve youuuuuuu, you work so welllllll...lalalalalaaaaa.
We were met by Herman, our driver, who got us to our apartment, but not without a bus nicking our car. The stripes on the road are primarily for style. Thank God everyone is cool. They don't even really honk - just barrel ahead, maybe bump, maybe not, and you get there.
Our apartment is ADORABLE!! Like an Ikea ad but better because it's in Buenos Aires and we live here! We met Ona, our liason, at the apartment to get the keys, get our cell phone and give her a handful of cash. Ona gave us directions to the nearest grocery and we set off into the city.
FOUR HOURS LATER we dragged back home. Highlights from the trip:
-INCREDIBLE coffee. I'm not a coffee drinker, but goodness. With a ham and cheese empanada and a tiny piece of lemon cake. We felt very refined.
-Despite being extremely out of practice, my Spanish is serving us better than I thought. Yeah, I'm patting my own back - I can do that, it's my blog.
-Mad Spanish skills notwithstanding, I still have no sense of direction. After walking in the wrong direction for an hour, Stella took the map and didn't really give it back. I don't blame her.
-An adorable young Policeman noticed we were lost and helped us like a responsible civil servant as he worked his flirt technique...Note to selves: Remember that trick.
-Speaking of good-looking? Everyone. The range is smoldering to breath-taking.
We got home and ripped into our groceries. Fresh, warm bread and REAL butter. I love real butter! Stella loves real butter! It's spreadable joy!
Since then, we've been disco-napping and researching what to do over the next week. We landed this morning without having done the usual obssessive research and had no plan other than to tango, eat beef, and go with the flow.
So far, so great!
After our two and a half hour flight to Dallas, we hauled through DFW to make it to our gate just in time to board. A movie (Miss Pettigrew - cute), dinner (she had the beef, I had the chicken - I won), and an Ambien later we landed after ten and a half hours of flying.
May I pause to sing the praises of Ambien? Ammmmbiennnn, I looooovvve youuuuuuu, you work so welllllll...lalalalalaaaaa.
We were met by Herman, our driver, who got us to our apartment, but not without a bus nicking our car. The stripes on the road are primarily for style. Thank God everyone is cool. They don't even really honk - just barrel ahead, maybe bump, maybe not, and you get there.
Our apartment is ADORABLE!! Like an Ikea ad but better because it's in Buenos Aires and we live here! We met Ona, our liason, at the apartment to get the keys, get our cell phone and give her a handful of cash. Ona gave us directions to the nearest grocery and we set off into the city.
FOUR HOURS LATER we dragged back home. Highlights from the trip:
-INCREDIBLE coffee. I'm not a coffee drinker, but goodness. With a ham and cheese empanada and a tiny piece of lemon cake. We felt very refined.
-Despite being extremely out of practice, my Spanish is serving us better than I thought. Yeah, I'm patting my own back - I can do that, it's my blog.
-Mad Spanish skills notwithstanding, I still have no sense of direction. After walking in the wrong direction for an hour, Stella took the map and didn't really give it back. I don't blame her.
-An adorable young Policeman noticed we were lost and helped us like a responsible civil servant as he worked his flirt technique...Note to selves: Remember that trick.
-Speaking of good-looking? Everyone. The range is smoldering to breath-taking.
We got home and ripped into our groceries. Fresh, warm bread and REAL butter. I love real butter! Stella loves real butter! It's spreadable joy!
Since then, we've been disco-napping and researching what to do over the next week. We landed this morning without having done the usual obssessive research and had no plan other than to tango, eat beef, and go with the flow.
So far, so great!
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