Saturday, August 18, 2007
Amazingly, Calli and I had enough sense to set our alarm clocks before we went out Friday night, so we drug ourselves out of bed around 11:30 to make sure we made it to the airport on time. At 1:30 we shared a cab to the airport with two Brazilians who were also staying at the airport. They were a doctor and nurse couple and came to Argentina to learn Spanish and volunteer. The doctor was a more handsome version of Brendan Frasier and the nurse looked like she came straight out of a European modeling show.
After 2 hours of lines after lines after lines at the BA airport, we finally got on the plane. The flight back over the Andes was incredible. I’ve never seen anything so vastly enormous. The mountains seemed to go on forever in ever single direction, including up. I also enjoyed flying over Santiago and being able to point out streets and buildings I knew. Unfortunately we could also see the incredible amount of smog, which made my lungs hurt just looking at it.
When we landed I had a similar sensation as to that when I land in KC. That I’d finally made it home. It was strange, but I guess that is a good sign. I’ve never even had that going to New Orleans. When I got back to the apartment Olga wasn’t home, so I exercised, showered, and unpacked. When she got back she of course tried to feed me and I had to convince her that I’d eaten enough in the past 5 days to last me two weeks, but she insisted I have some salad and lentil soup.
Saturday night I spent catching up on emails and talking to my parents, Anamarie and Trevor. I was so exhausted I didn’t even want to think about getting out of my bed.
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Kayla, Did you take pictures of the Andes while flying over?
Tell Olga she is a better Mother than I! Feeding you on a regular basis even if you said no! Does she have any Chicago-Italian blood in her history. She could give Dalma a run for her money-that is a compliment!! Love Mom
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