I’m going to start this out by saying that many blogger fails have been committed. This post could have had oodles more photos, but even I, yes even the annoying Cassie who snaps photos of you to no end, do take brief breaks from documenting my life.* Sorry about that.
Anyway, our full transition from my in-laws’ place to our guest house in Buenos Aires took 72 hours. Admittedly, it could have been less. But then it would have been way less fun. We borrowed a car, stopped to visit grandparents, stayed with Jordan’s brother, went to Brookings for breakfast, stayed with some friends in Minneapolis, met up with two lovely ladies for breakfast there, and coerced one of the aforementioned lovely ladies into giving us a ride to the airport.
First stop: the grandparents.
Time passed more quickly than we expected, and in no time (although clearly some time), we were already behind schedule.
As mentioned, after moving on from Tripp/Gregory County, we stopped in Sioux Falls to hang out with some family yet again. The night passed quickly, even though we didn’t have much to do. We played with our nephews, chatted, and got some Indian food. We almost went for Italian before realizing that we’d probably have a harder time finding Indian in Argentina. And we arrived too late to starting cooking.
At one point during dinner, bath time was mentioned. I don’t even know how this happened, but the nephews (and then Jordan and my brother-in-law) started chanting that I was to be the one in charge of bath time. I had been selected. We also got to tuck the nephews in for the night. When leaving the room, Walter slyly asked, “If Henry and I wake up in the night, we can come snuggle with you and Jordan?” Who says no to that?
The next day we went with my sister-in-law to drop the boys off at daycare. Walter seemed so proud to show us his school/daycare. Too adorable to watch him looking at us and waiting for reactions. Thanks to G&K, by the way, for letting us stay with you. Hard saying goodbye to everyone, but these four especially.
The next morning, we drove north to Brookings. First, we checked on our alma mater, SDSU. Second, and most importantly, we met with Jordan’s Master’s thesis advisor and his wife for breakfast. We love getting together with them. They are the perfect dining companions, always prepared with anecdotes and interesting stories to share.
From Brookings, we drove toward Minneapolis. We stayed with Ben, our college friend. It had been entirely too long since I’d seen him. And I still hadn’t met his wife. Of course, I’m hoping it’s the same for them, but Jordan and I really enjoyed ourselves when staying with them (even though so short). Sometimes friends grow apart after six years of separation. But sometimes they just grow in parallel. Our lives are different, but it didn’t seem to matter. We’ve grown as people; he’s grown as a person. Great conversation along with some lovely Minnesota microbrewery stops. The perfect evening.
Microbrewery 1: Indeed. Loved the setting. And the black American ale.
Microbrewery 2: Bauhaus. Loved this setting evening more. I don’t have a great picture of the courtyard, but it’s the industrial look turned hipster (but not frighteningly so) done right.
Below is the only photo I got of Ben and Kim. Next time. Next time.
The next morning breakfast with Ally and Laurie came quickly and went quickly. More great conversation. So many topics to cover in so little time. Thanks for meeting us and letting yourself get roped into taking us to the airport!
And with that, our time in the States had come to an end this go ’round.
One airport hitch,** four airport tacos, two airplane meals, a cab ride, and 19 hours later, we arrived in Buenos Aires. In the most welcoming little corner of the city. I highly recommend the guest house we stayed at: Gus’ Guest House in Recoleta. Can’t say enough good things about the host and his recommendations.
Once I get a chance to sort through a few photos, I’ll be sure to have some Buenos Aires posts soon. We are currently in San Luis, where the husband is meeting with other scientists (agronomists, geographers, environmental scientists and the like) at the university. Me, well, I am regrouping from the bus ride, poaching university wi-fi, and scheming to convince Jordan that we need to rent a car to visit Sierra de las Quijadas or make a stop in Córdoba. Wives everywhere, intercessory prayer is welcome
*Since I referred to myself in both first and third person, this sentence is a little confusing. But I am hoping you’ll understand.
**We had one unexpected issue on the way down. We went to the airport, and foolishly hadn’t checked to see if entry requirements had changed since the last time. We are now required to pay reciprocity entrance fees of 160 dollars each. You need to show that you’ve paid these taxes before you’re allowed to check in. We had no idea. And our fellow lodgers here confirmed that it’s not clearly listed on the US State Dept website, either. Thankfully, MSP airport has free wi-fi and the agent told us that most places will accept the electronic copy as long as bar code can be read. The issue then is that it can take up to half an hour to process (that’s with the extra 30 dollar expedition fee). Be sure to print this in paper, even if you think it’s silly when you have the electronic copy.