Buenos Aires Comin' through!

I actually arrived yesterday, but just now finally posting....

I really wasn't sure if I was actually going to get into BA on time. We were delayed in Indy. Our puddle jumper plane to Miami was sitting there empty, ready to go, but no crew. We were waiting for them to arrive from Chicago. Ugh. Chicago. The travel thorn always in my side. It doesn't matter where I am going, Chicago will mess it up. The very nice pilot, sneaking into the system for us, informed me that they plane had been on the runway for over an hour--probably waiting for the de-icer.

So here I am in my capri terri track suit, a la J-Lo, FREEZING in terminal B. What do I do??? If I don't make it out to Miami, I will most likely have to stay overnight, alone, in a nasty airport. So I decide to call the 8oo number and re-route via Dallas. I would get in a bit later, but had a good chance of making it to Dallas by 7 pm and having 30 minutes before the direct flight to BA took off. Done.

I sat by who would become my new best friends, Todd and his Italian Greyhound Willis. Todd was my travel guardian angel. He provided great chit chat and lots of vodka tonics. My anxiety now gone, he promised to look after me if I became a Dallas orphan. What more could I ask for??

so Todd and I scope out who will be our best friend flight attendant to assist me on my transfer. found her, don't remember her name though (maybe the vodka tonic was kickin in) but she mapped out my transfer route and we actually got in early. Todd starts yellling "Buenos Aires comin' though!!!" so I made it to my gate in plenty of time and the flight was pretty empty. I had dinner and crashed on my row of three seats. got 6 hours of sleep-- more than straight hours of sleep than I have had in months! ;)

I get into BA a bit late, no worries. Greg checked into our apartment earlier in the day. My mother in law was my information go between, I had hoped he got the message I was now coming via Dallas, two hours later.

I arrive, get my luggage and hunt for my scribbled name on a piece of paper. hmm. not ther. two rounds later I decide to go on my own and just hire a car. ( $85AR-VIP Car Rental, 5480-4590 at the airport window, just after baggage claim) A few minutes later I am on my way to BA in a clean, air conditioned car with a driver who doesn't speak a lick of English. Oh and it's 90 and humid. Now my fancy J-Lo action is too hot.

So my driver asks me if I am traveling alone, I explain that my husband is already here. He asks if he is waiting for me. Vamos a ver--- we will see. I really had no idea what to expect.

I got to the Sheraton (in Plaza San Martin) and apparently they had canceled my ride without telling Greg since they couldn't find my name in their reservations. Yes, we have the same last name, and no I am not a guest, but HE IS. Wasn't a big deal and it ended up being cheaper.

My trip started out with nothing going as planned, but falling into place perfectly. Greg was sitting on the stairs in the lobby as I walked in. I'm here. Now "where's the beef?" ; )