hola por la primera vez!

I can see half of Buenos Aires from my window. My balcony window, in the middle of town. *is smug*

I am uber-fucking-excited. (Can I use that word? There aren't any Small Cousins reading, right?)

I am also ridiculously tired, as I was traveling for about 24 hours straight. I almost missed my last (12-hour) flight, too - had to sprint across the Atlanta airport and beg the captain, along with five other late passengers, to put the ramp back up to the plane so we could get on. And he did, thank goodness.

Drivers here do not seem to put much stock by lane lines. It seems to be more of a 'hmm, if I go halfway onto the shoulder, almost knock over that scooter, and put on a sudden and alarming burst of speed I can probably squeeze past that taxi' kind of a deal. Who's excited?

Right. So, instead of going on about everything I think I know about BA, or whinging about my terrible luck in catching strep (Okay, I'll do a little of that. I couldn't swallow for five days, for Pete's sake. Or think straight, 'cos my temperature was over 101 for most of that time, too. Oh boy) - anyway (sorry, did anyone expect coherence?) - anyway - I'll just say YAY I'M HERE and go for a nap.

I think I'm going to post a lot of nonsense here. But that's okay; if anyone objects they can ignore my posts and go read about Parisian chocolate instead.