Don't Cry For Me....Unless Immigration Almost Arrests Me, Then Feel Free

So, my previous plan of a constant update failed. Either my connections were cutting it really close, or JFK wants you to pay for Internet. Lame. And I also apologize for bad quality writing, this bus ride is super shaky.

So, I'll try to update everyone on what happened. I got on a plane in JFK and for the first time ever, heard no English spoken by anyone, at least no as a first language. But also, LAN Airlines has the best customer service on an airline. I tried to speak Spanish, but they knew I was a stupid American and would speak in English for me. It definitely helped, especially when turbulence got rough at points.

Second, LAN has amazing in flight food. That tastes good. And they give you wine with dinner. Good wine. It's awesome. Except their coffee was really weak, I will say that. I mean, you service South America, what the hell?

Second, Santiago Chile is in a gorgeous setting. It makes Middle Earth look like a cakewalk. Especially when you fly over the Andes, which I have no words for, as they're that awesome. I have no clue how someone navigates those mountains, they look like a bunch of bed sheets thrown together in a pile and then starched into peaks. But, that awesomeness does have a prices. I guess the flight can be dangerous over the mountains, so you're not allowed to leave your seats urging that point of the flight. At all. I watched some guy try to get up with his kid, those flight attendants were like hawks on a rabbit.


But then there was the almost bad part when I arrived in Buenos Aires. First off, the plane was running late. Then, when I we landed, we were stuck on the plane for an extra 20 minutes. Some people may say that patience is a virtue, but I disagree when you land and you have one hour to make it to your bus. Then comes the part where which the title of the post earned its name...

So, I paid my entry fee, and the maze of cords and crap were ridiculous. I was finally able to get through, and I thought I was all set, so I start walking towards baggage claim. Then, some gentleman starts yelling "señorita, señorita!" after me. The man continues to speak in Spanish, and I'm there standing like a dumbass, not understanding what the hell he's saying. Finally, I ask if anyone spoke english (in Spanish, of course), as my skill with said language is horrible. However, when they finally got someone who did, his skill was equivalent to my Spanish skill. You can see where this went.

Finally, someone was able to ask "Why Argentina?" I just said simply "To see mi novio (my boyfriend)." Previously, these people were about to kill me (I know this because facial expressions don't lie), but as soon as I said that, they all said, with smiles on their faces,"Awwwww!!!"

I kid you not. This included 2 people from immigration, 1 supervisor, and 2 security guards. All but one were men. I'm telling you the way to get out of a situation in South America is to talk about your Latin boyfriend or girlfriend. After I said that they joked that he needed to step up as my Spanish teacher. And then they let me through. And with 5 minutes to spare, I got on the bus.

So, it may be a few days until I post again. Besides, my family has priority right now, since they haven't heard from me since I left JFK yesterday, so I need to make up for that lack in communication. But, I'll write again soon, and I'll have some pictures,since that's kind of mandatory when traveling abroad.



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Location:On a bus leaving Buenos Aires, Argentina