Buenos Aires - Day One

This is mostly just a test, but I'll take a minute to write about our arrival in Buenos Aires.

We flew overnight, an 11-hour flight in which I mostly read and tried to sleep. My seat mate was a very nice 81-year old Argentine woman named Haaday. I couldn't always make out what she was saying, but she seemed to like the Lutheran church and was excited for its presence in Argentina. She shared her dinner with me, and I helped her fill out her customs forms because the font was too small for her to read. We got along so well that it was hard to say goodbye, and we were both excited to run into each other again at baggage claim, she being pushed in her wheelchair by an attendant and me with my backpack and two bulging suitcases.