Back home once again.
The flights were more or less uneventful. The security was the most stringent I’ve ever seen from Buenos Aires, and that’s saying a lot, considering I’ve flown to Israel five times. They hand-searched everyone’s luggage three times, in addition to two scans and an argument over a travel-sized tube of toothpaste. I’m not sure if it makes anyone feel safer, but it certainly makes everyone feel annoyed. On the other hand, the mood at the airport in Buenos Aires was jubilant, as the Argentinian soccer team beat Venezuela 4-0. Cheers could be heard from all the passengers at the gates.
The flight from Buenos Aires had two choices for dinner: ham, or ham. Oh, and for breakfast? More ham. I’m not making this up.
The good news is, I made the tight connection in Miami. The bad news is, once again, my backpack did not. I’m starting to think that the baggage handlers at the Miami airport aren’t particularly good at their jobs. Oh well, what can you do? At least this time I’m in no particular rush to get the bag back. All it contains is laundry, anyway, which I’m more than happy to procrastinate.
So now, I’m back in Montreal, where most of the snow seems to have melted in the past two weeks, and the Habs are still clinging to eighth by a thread. I’m pretty sure I had an amazing time on this trip, though I will need to catch up on my sleep and review my hundreds of photos to decide for certain. South America has intrigued me and I have barely scratched the surface, so I will certainly be heading back there one day.