After a bit of prodding, I thought I'd share a little bit about my adventure to Argentina -

First off, getting out of Seattle in Summer is a pain - a B*** if you will - Finally lucked out on a flight that was too late to make my connection after a near miss to MEM, and a 10 hour day waiting and running between gates, and overnighted in ATL thanks in part to the kindness of a fellow traveler who offered to share her hotel.

Got on the flight a day later, and enjoyed a leisurely flight down south (one of my most treasured memories will be seeing the sunrise over South America) and met my freind whom I'd only known online.

Thankfully, we'd bought our Phantom tickets for the next day (always be prepared!) so after a good shower and a light meal, we wandered around the neighborhood and then off to see Phantom! Granted it was all in Spanish, but I know the musical by heart!

Saw the Star wars exhibit, walked along the canal, made a boatload of freinds, and of course, did the BBQ, and then it was time to go home after a whirlwind 4 days - that's where it got 'fun'.

The flight was *Full* and there were some non revs who had been there for TWO DAYS already!! The real bear is, you can't even go through security until you get a boarding pass *eep*

Well, as you can guess, I wasn't going to get on (I hung around desperately till the last minute) and when all hope was lost, I went back to call my freind - got a message (in spanish which I barely speak a lick of!) and tearfully went back to the ticket counter in hopes that perhaps one of them would be able to get through - then a miracle happened! SPACE!

"Do you have any checked bags?"

"Oh heck no! Only what I have in hand!"

"Let's go! the flight leaves in 20 minutes!"

The gate agents RAN with me through the terminal (me dragging my bag and yanking up my trousers as I went) A mad dash to the front of security, and immigration (Bless those AWESOME gate agents who waved their badges as we went to the front of every line!) and got seated literally moments before pushback -

Three rum and cokes later, brought to me by one of the sweetest crew members I've ever met (who laughed with me about the whole ordeal) I snuggled under the comforter and slept most of the flight to ATL -

Getting to ATL, I was told "you won't get back to Sea on THAT flight," but thanks to Jumper's luck, (and possibly the St.Christopher I purchased in the National Cathedral in EZE! ) I was well on my way home, right on schedule...

I love our mad, crazy life!!!