"History Doesn't Repeat, But It Rhymes" Sounds Familiar

Overheard while waiting in line at Immigration Control at Dulles Airport, this past week.  From the overarching conversation, I think this was between a father and son.  Here goes:

Younger one:  "Why is it some people have two passports."

Older one:  "Two?  Well, it's almost impossible."

"I know some guy at school who has two."

"Can't be."

"Yeah, I saw it."

"I think you don't know what you saw."

"Well, [so-and-so] has a Canadian and an American passport."

"Maybe you don't know what you saw."

"I saw it.  His father is Canadian, so he can have that."

"Why would anyone want to be Canadian?"

Happy Father's Day!

Home

Finally made it home. We had one final misconnect this morning. (Honestly, Delta scheduling, was there any chance we would clear immigration, find our bags, clear customs, recheck our bags, go through security, and make it to our gate in less than 90 minutes?! I'll never understand why you schedule these silly connections.)

At any rate, we are home. And exhausted!

Time to Fly

Looks like flight is a go. Taking off in an hour. Atlanta, here we come!

Leaving Buenos Aires? Looks Like a Go

Our plane, which flew overnight last night from Atlanta, has made it here and is sitting at the airport. Online our flight shows on-time, and it looks like we will fly today. Thank you, Mr Volcano, for cooperating. At least a little.

Buenos Aires is sending us off with overcast skies a rain showers. It's the first rain and the worst weather we've seen since we left home. That's okay: rain and clouds seem to fit with vacation's end.

Monday, and the Big Four-Zero, In Buenos Aires

Yesterday, Monday, was a low-key affair: a little birthday shopping, a little souvenir shopping, and a fabulous dinner. We circled back around last night for dinner at the same place we had eaten on night two. The steak wasn't quite as tasty, but it was still very good. The wine Philip ordered, a Patagonian Malbec, was incredible and the best of the trip. The hotel surprised me with a birthday cake, which was a really nice touch, one of many they've managed. A nice birthday.

Of course, we had expected to return home today, so our eyes are a little on the volcano, the wind direction, and flight schedules. Hopefully we can manage to get out tomorrow.

Mother Nature Insists I Remain On Vacation

Well, just got word from Delta that our flight for tomorrow night has been canceled. The airport closed yesterday and hasn't yet reopened. We've been rebooked to go out Wednesday night. Luckily, Philip had overbooked the room by a night originally and handn't altered the reservations, so we won't be seen roaming the streets without a place to sleep. Stay tuned!

Oh, on the way in from our day out, some woman came across the lobby, addressed me by name, and wished me a "happy birthday." She was the Guest Services Manager for the hotel. What's most impressive is that we hadn't met her. She somehow knew who I was; and she knew who between the two of us I was.

I'll suffer through another day here. :-)

Stuck in Buenos Aires?

Well, the winds have shifted direction and the volcanoic ash has swept back over Buenos Aires and has closed the airport and covered the city in a haze. I hope it sorts itself out soon! Time to fly tomorrow!