Why Does Technology Hate Me?

I would love to know what I did to technology. What did I do that was so egregious that I deserve its cold shoulder and outright hostility.

Case in point: last night, I'm working on my website. I was uploading photos, writing narrative, organizing the pages, and so on. I went to delete a duplicate page, and, poof, like magic, the program deletes half of my site. Gone.

I consulted resident technical support (that's Philip). He could see the deleted pages still on my computer but he couldn't get them back into the program. He was encouraged by this; I was not. Seeing what you really want and not being able to get to it might be worse than not seeing it at all!

So, now I'm trying to sort out what to do next. The program I was working on was supposed to be the one I would use to start my site anew but now I might be back to the drawing board. Frustrating.

I never really hated you before, technology, but I'm certainly starting to now.

Wading Through the B.A. Photos

I managed to get all of our Buenos Aires photos numbered, renamed, backed up, uploaded, and sorted. It was quite an undertaking to wade through about 1700 (!) photos.

Now, I've begun work on my web pages and all of the writing and organizing that goes along with that. I'm determined to have it all done by month's end. Hopefully I can make my self-imposed deadline!

Soon you'll be able to read all about some great meals, our wonderful hotel, the volcano, and a crappy Delta flight. I know you can't wait!

"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.