Argentina was lovely, but the plane riding was not. As expected.
Forgot the first rule of international air travel for economy class: always ask for the pasta. The chicken it is made of shredded clothespins in spiced gravy.
Hell to pay.
A few more items before I tuck Argentina in and watch some 30 Rock on Hulu.
- Fact: The beef is cheap and tender. Their empanadas are dusted with sugar. Their coffee is worth drinking. Argentina's food is more addictive than crack cocaine.
- Fact everybody in the city will give you directions to somewhere: I have 100 maps in my purse. Argentina does not like trees.
- Fact: Plane paranoia can be medicated, but if the plane goes down and you've just taken a Lorazepam and you're drooling, nobody is going to let you be the first one down the emergency exit slide. Argentina has no opinion on this matter. You will already be out of their airspace.
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