Buenos Aires

I have finally arrived! After an insanely long trip, going to Dalles, lay over and than 10 hour flight I made it safely into Argentina. However, what I found amusing was that I supposedly left winter in Portland (I left on a beautiful sunny day), only to arrive in the summer amidst a terrential down pour. And when I say down pour, I mean down pourrr.

Good thing I had my rain jacket...but not much help did that do. While on the plane flying over my mom made me a little gift with some chocolate, prayes to protect me, and a card. It was hard to read it as first because I was still kind of sad to leave the comfort of home, but she thankfully included a quote from Diarios de Motociecleta:

Ernesto: What de we leave behind when we cross a frontier? Each moment seems split in two: melancholy for what is left behind, and the excitement of entering a new land.

I think this really helped me focus on the excitement of traveling and having the patience to adjust to a new culture. I am not going to be at ease for a while, so I may as well get use to it and just enjoy it.