So I got off to Argentina just fine. After a nice brunch with my family, I headed to the airport about 3 hours early to go standby for an earlier flight (to avoid having a brief 30 minute layover before my international flight). I got my seat on the flight, realized that I was on the plane with Annie (the only girl I know in the program) and was on my way. I got a free bottle of wine on the plane, watched Meet the Robinsons, took my melatonin, then fell asleep with anticipation of waking up in Argentina.
Not quite. I was awakened from my slumber by the captain who was informing the plane that we had turned around and would be returning to Houston. WHAT?!!? It must have been the drugs. I rubbed my eyes and continued listening. Apparently the air traffic controls in Brazil are down and we were not able to fly over the country. Who knows if it’s a strike, war, etc. All I knew was that I was on my way back to Texas. After the announcements were finished, in both Spanish and English, everyone is awake in the cabin, and moving around and pretty much freaking out. Welcome to South America.
This is something I would have expected to happen to like Costa Rica, or Nicaragua. I mean, seriously. Who knows what REALLY goes on in those countries. But no, of course it had to be the biggest country in South America, and of course there’s no way to fly around it!
So Annie and I hung out in the Houston airport from 3 in the morning until 4:33 that afternoon.... then back on our way to Buenos Aires. LONG F*ing day.
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