I AM HERE! The flight to Bs. As. was uneventful but that would in no way be an indicator of what was to come. After watching luggage go around on the conveyor belot for a good 45 min. I finally decided that my bags were either hidden in a back room or hadn't made it. The latter turned out to be true and the agent assured me that they would be shipped to San Juan by Tues. morning (I arrived Sunday morning). On the one hand I thought not having to lug a 76 lb. bag around an enormous city was definitely a plus, while secretly worrying that the bags could be lost forever on their 17 hr. bus ride through the Argentina countryside. But hey, what could I do?
I arrived in San Juan on Mon. morning and was greeted by Alicia (wife of my host Rotary counselor Jorge) and Belen (their niece). I never thought my first outing in my new home would be to buy underwear but by now all I could do was laugh at the awkwardness of the situation. The family has been extremely welcoming/accomodating/giving/etc/etc and without them I would be more than lost in this city that is definitely void of experience with foreigners. I've been living with Jorge and Alicia (older couple with grown sons) who have fed me and clothed me, literally.... Alyson in a 56 year old woman's clothing, ha. Long story short, the luggage ordeal lasted for days and when we finally got confirmation that they were on a bus headed for San Juan the bus was held up for two days by picketers who wouldn't let any vehicles pass... again, laughter. I finally got them on Easter Sunday and after a week was glad to wear something that was mine.
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Oh my goodness, Alyson! I'm so impressed at how go-with-the-flow you were. I totally would have freaked out without my luggage in a strange country. I do hope you took pictures of you wearing middle-aged outfits. (And grown son, huh? Any of them cute?)
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