Weeping for Argentina

Yes, tears rolled down my cheeks as my plane banked over Buenos Aires and began heading north.

Do you, too, think it's a bit odd that an airline would show Sky Capitan and the World of Tomorrow -- a film with airfight sequences, where some places are shot and go down in flames -- on a flight? I do.

So. Am safe and sound in Fort Lauderdale. There's a SuperBowl bbq going on. Hate to say it, but the sausage was awful. But then, compared to Argentinian chorizo, nearly everything would pale in comparison. The bbq chicken was fairly nice. I haven't actually had that for months.

Am experiencing reverse culture shock. It feels incredibly unnatural to not greet someone with a kiss and hola. While I never was at the point that I consistently thought in Spanish, some phrases are automatic and those thoughts just come out in Spanish. That was ok with the Cuban shuttle driver, but to my knowledge, noone in my hostel speaks Spanish.

It's strange to see clean streets and signs in English and orderly traffic. Though, the traffic in Buenos Aires is certifiably crazy, I never once saw an accident in four months. In the time it took to drive from Miami to Fort Lauderdale, I saw four. Go figure.

Lawlessness rules.

Hopefully, will have a lovely, uninterrupted night's sleep tonight. And a blissful day of no real plans tomorrow.