Buenos Aires

AMEX Hostel

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My last day in Paraguay (day 9), was more of a few hours divided between a shower and morning coffee, saying goodbye to my extended family (Olivia said she would be very sad when I leave), and having to check my bag at the airport because it was: Too heavy to carry on, and they had a full flight. Reason number two mooted reason number one. Sound logic. She could have just told me it was a full flight. I’m hungry. Me hungry = me moody. Once I got through immigration, I called Meli to let her know I was safe on the “other side” and had somewhat of an awkward second goodbye, because it was a second goodbye. I thought I was going to cry, but I was able to choke back precipitation, even after seeing Baba’s eyes well up this morning as she sat in the firm grasp of her older sister. I ate half of a ham…

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The Morning After

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Slowly, I rose to my feet and let the blood flow south to my Nikes before stretching, grabbing my maletas and exiting the plane. I followed the yellow line for transit passengers to a second security gate, which I could have easily passed through un-detected, except for the armed Argentinian ordering me to do things in Spanish, which from TSA muscle memory led me to believe I needed to remove my shoes, belt, glasses and jacket, and prepare to be touched in my bathing-suit area. Thankfully, EZE security is AOK with foregoing touching me down there. Time to find my next flight. The televisions displaying departures indicated gate B; however, every other gate on the same screen was a number. Confused, I am. Also, quite parched. In as few words as possible (i.e. only one), I asked for water from the nearby vendor. Drank the entire bottle at once and went on the hunt for gate B. I tried to…

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