In Mexico City airport...waiting to board.
We took a flight to L.A. Then to Mexico City - which is the biggest city I have ever seen or even imagined. Then took a 8 hour red eye south to Buenos Aires, where we landed at about 10:45am. We were packed into our plane like sardines and if we weren't already feeling closterphobic enough, the people in front of us immediately reclined their seats ALL the way back. However, Jesse and I decided that South American airlines kick-ass because they actually serve you food. No, not peanuts and pretzels. Believe it or not, we were served dinner AND breakfast on the flight to Argentina. When you travel for 28 hours, this is indeed a highlight.
Somehow we managed our way through customs speaking mostly Spanish. And by that I mean Jesse did most of the talking and I contributed "Si" and "gracias."
A car from our program picked us up and we were introduced to how Argies (as Reid calls them) drive; like crazy people. There were lanes on the freeway, but they were more like suggestions of the general area where cars should be.
Finally we made it to our student residence, called the Road House. We were disappointed to find out there isn't some sort of shrine dedicated to the Patrick Swayze movie and they don't offer free classes on how to perfect your round-house kicks.
When we got to our room, I startled myself looking in the mirror, because I thought I saw a ghost or a zombie. Upon further investigation I realized it was actually my own reflection. It's safe to say we looked like hell. Jesse and I collapsed into our single beds that we pushed together. There's still a 4 inch gap between the mattresses though, so we're living like a sitcom from the 50's. We slept for 3 hours, and I think the aroma of our un-showered bodies woke us up.
|At the cafe down the street|
|Outside the school and the Road House|
|Enjoying some internet and wine in the common area|