It was a bit surreal arriving in Buenos Aires. Somehow 7 months of travel had managed to shrink down to three days. It is one of those feelings you get when something seems like it was forever but just a moment ago. Time and memories perform funny tricks and not just with travel. As I get older I realize moments that feel like they occurred yesterday may have occurred 12 years ago or 3. There were tangible signs of 7 months slipping by, our bank account was smaller, our photo album was stuffed, my hair was longer, and a wardrobe of 4 shirts and 2 pairs of pants had slightly expanded; but other than that not much had changed. Things now felt familiar though; I know the curve of the land, the people (a bit), the smells, and how things feel when I look at a map. Returning to Buenos Aires was a bit like returning home.
We arrived on Monday afternoon after our ferry ride on BuqueBus from Colonia, Uruguay. A friend of a friend picked us up and we rode over to his office in San Telmo. He had to work so we left our stuff and wandered around. San Telmo felt familiar. We didn’t have a map, but we knew where Origen was (great little organic café) so we had a delightful lunch. We found Mafalda sitting on a bench (Deeanne had been wanting to meet her since arriving in Buenos Aires). We did a bit of shopping at some stores we had wanted to visit before leaving and somehow our afternoon had disappeared.
Evening arrived and we headed over to Danilo and Cynthia’s house. They invited us to spend our final two nights at their house just outside the city. They have two cute little boys, 2 1/2 and 6 months old. They took us out to dinner at a place reminiscent of Sizzler, but with better steak. We savored our second to last dinner, knowing that once we got home we wouldn’t be eating at 10:30pm. Augustine, the 2 year old, had us make him paper airplanes out of the place settings, which he flew off the patio.
Tuesday was Deeanne’s birthday, and it burst upon us hot and humid; perfect weather for the pool parties she has always wanted but couldn’t enjoy in the Northern Hemisphere. We spent the day visiting the Museum of Fine Arts in Buenos Aires, wandering around the Recoleta Cemetery (again), and eating ice-cream and crepes. We got to catch the train in from Danilo and Cynthia’s house; something we hadn’t done when previously in town.
Argentina is a first world country that fortunately hasn’t seen the arrival of tort law yet. This means you can do a lot of stuff that we long ago lost the ability to do in the U.S. One little freedom you may not have realized your missing is the freedom to hang off of full speed trains and ride between cars. Just try it next time you ride Amtrak. I promptly found an open door in between cars and sat down on the steps. I watched the world stream by inches from my nose and grinned ear to ear. It reminded me of old cowboy movies and I longed for a trusty steed to jump off onto, but alas there were none. I had to content myself with visualizing various ways to jump off and roll should I get bumped off. I even got Deeanne to do it on our ride back home and she loved it.
I got tickets to Buenos Aires’ best tango show for Deeanne’s birthday Tuesday night, La Esquina de Carlos Gardel. It was like watching a Broadway show in New York. The dancers were spectacular; I’ve never seen anything like it. We had an entire side booth to ourselves for the two hour show. We even had a driver who picked us up and dropped us off wherever we wanted. After the show we had him drop us off at Sarkis, a middle eastern restaurant in Palermo. It was 10:30pm on a Tuesday night and we had a 45 minute wait. Every other table must have been a birthday party so Deeanne got happy birthday sung to her about 8 times. We caught a taxi home after midnight and fell asleep for our final night in South America.
For our last day in South America we wandered around the micro-center, did a bit of last minute shopping, and visited the Carlos Gardel museum. Danilo’s friend Pablo took us out to lunch at Granix, a huge Adventist run vegetarian restaurant that was delicious.
Before we knew it we had to catch the train back home to pack up. The whole family drove us to the airport and saw us off (sometimes no car seat laws are a blessing). I was really wishing we had borrowed some Ambien for our flight home from our dear friend Glynn. We boarded our plane at 9:30pm and waved fairwell to Buenos Aires. We will both miss Buenos Aires. To me Buenos Aires feels like what would happen if you combined Paris and Rome and then cut all the prices by 80 percent.
After a sleepless flight and botched connection in Atlanta we found ourselves back at home in Oceanside, CA where Deeanne’s parents picked us up at the airport and gave us a thorough welcome back. It’s hard to believe that with just one plane ride your entire surroundings can change so dramatically. After 9 planes, 8 boats, 1 train, and more busses than I could possibly count, we are back in the same room where we packed for this trip more than 7 months ago. It was wonderful, and right now there is nowhere else I’d rather be than home. Stay tuned for our final blog highlighting our favorite places from the trip.
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