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| Journey to Argentina |
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| Wednesday, September 17, 2008 | By German -
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Driving to the airport in Amy's car.
Preflight jitters
Three months of planning, three months of saving and another three months of anticipation yet the reality of the situation only hit me the morning that I'm leaving. I am going to be a thousand miles away from home in a strange country. I woke up an emotional cocktail. The ride to the airport felt as long as the 12-hour journey ahead.
The dramatic sky over miami foreshadowing my time there
What the hell am I doing?
The flight to Miami was unremarkable. I sat by myself and passed the time by occupying myself with an airline magazine. As soon as I hit MIA things took a turn for the worst. I got lost several times by directionless employees. Any attempts to contact my family was blocked by the broken public phones. I was hungry, dehydrated and had a killer headache. All that was running through my head was what the hell am I doing. I left some comfortable digs to go through this crap, there better be a good reason for this.
Arriving at Buenos Aires first thing at dawn
First day in Buenos Aires
No matter what you read or how much research you do, there is nothing that can prepare you for reality. Any romantic notion I had was quickly dashed. I got to my apartment feeling defeated, home sick and tired. Somehow, I picked up the pieces of my broken self and decided to get to know my new neighbourhood and set out to buy some groceries. The streets were very lively and filled with tons of character, I felt my energy slowly return. After what must have been hours of walking I got back feeling a little better and made myself a simple dinner of steak and sauteed spinach. I stayed in the rest of the night.Labels: argentina, journal, photography |
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