Basically a traveling disaster. An early morning flight out of Cordoba meant I had to be up at the crack of dawn to gather my things and get to the airport. It’s a small airport so that wasn’t too bad. Actually, I’ve been impressed at how nice the Argentine airports are. Breeze through there on the one hour flight to Buenos Ares. In addition to having my phone break recently I also broke my sunglasses so naturally I had to stop and buy some new aviators. Not sure if it was because I was in the airport or because I’m in Argentina but those were 100USD more than at home. But you know… they’re essential to my 1940’s explorer aesthetic so I had to buy them.
One of the troubles with reconciling this life with my job is that a lot of my work has to be done extremely rapidly around the release of economic data in the U.S. This means I can’t fly at certain times and I can’t ever get away from work. Well today I had some of this work to do during my layover and I was cutting it close. A release came out ten minutes before my flight took off so I’m tethering my laptop and working as I walk down the the jetway. Pretty frantic boarding.
Four hour-ish flight down to El Calafete in Patagonia. Another nice small airport and an easy and beautiful drive into town to my gorgeous hotel. Where upon I realize I no longer have my passport. It’s one of those terrible moments too because I know exactly where it is. It had to have fallen out of my pocket on the plane and is probably sitting on my seat. Well I’m also out of cash so I cant get a cab back. So into town to find an ATM, not too hard. But it’s a small town and I wander around forever before I find a cab to take me back to the airport. This girl was great and waited for me too. But alas no passport. The saddest thing about that is the loss of all my stamps!
But I have a conference call in twenty minutes so I have to race back to my hotel and jump on that. Field that for several hours and by then I’m exhausted. It’s also come to light that my friends I’m meeting aren’t going to make it out at all because of the airline strike. With a ton of work still to do it seems that the only thing for it is wine and sunsets.
Despite the ordeal I still felt great. Over the course of all my travels this little town is the first place that has really felt like home. It reminds me of any of a dozen other little places in the Rockies so being trapped here for a week… or forever won’t be bad at all.
