Que malo suerte...

They say bad things come in threes. This was: Yesterday.

First, badly, badly sprained my ankle. It will take at least a week to heal, and I can't walk -- it's more like a faint hobble -- much less even THINK about dancing. The turtle can move faster than me. (Note: if your friend falls and is obviously in a lot of pain, don't leave to take photos -- even if they say they can't yet stand up.) There is a lump the size of a massive Florida orange on the right side of my right foot, and a bruise starting to form on the left side. Also the size of an orange. It was a bad fall, and there are other bruises and sore bits on my body. Ugh. I did go to the hospital in Barriloche, and they took x-rays. No fractures or broken bones. They gave me the x-rays. What a souvenir...

Second, left a CD with 125 pictures of glaciers in an i-cafe yesterday. It was closed for most of the afternoon and I had an early afternoon flight. Ugh. Someone from the hotel was supposed to go back to it yesterday and check for the CD. I left the CD case, my BA address and some money for him to mail it back. Think good thoughts for me, because I really want those pictures back.

Third, I thought our flight to BA was at 4.30, and we arrived at the airport at 3.15ish. The flight was at 2.30. We ended up paying the difference for business class tickets, and were able to catch a 3.45 flight. I've only flown coach before, so the extra service (linens, real glass, automatic refills of drinks -- without asking for it) was quite lovely. Unfortunately, I was on Ibuprofen, and you're not supposed to mix that with alcohol, so I wasn't able to indulge in free drinks.

Things can and will only get better. First, am back in warm weather. Second, am sleeping in my large bed again (a girl gets spoiled by this and feels deprived after spending nine days in single beds).

I'm waiting for an email reply to the lovely BA guy (S) I met in Barriloche, so wish me luck for that as well. I'm on pins and needles. Though, in a very good way. Very good, indeed.

I am still quite sore, even with Ibuprofen (I fell down some stairs. Cement stairs. Pretty much head first (thankfully, the head is ok).), and it's slightly painful to type for very long. So, The Patagonian Express installments will begin in a few more days.

Of all the times I want to be lazy, today isn't one of those days. Though, I'm on the second of my Care Package books, so I read and nap and hobble around the residence.

And wait for an email from S...