Apparently Buenos Aires wasn't ready to say goodbye just yet, and my oh my is it a dramatic city in letting people go. We departed for the airport at 7:00 a.m., checked in our luggage, got our boarding passes, went through security, and patiently waited at our gate. We boarded the plane, and waited and waited. Finally the captain came on the intercom and said we were going to try to wait out some volcanic ash that had temporarily grounded all departing flights. An hour later we were still on the ground here in Buenos Aires with no departure in sight. Our flight was ultimately cancelled, so we reclaimed our bags and were lucky enough to get our bus, tourguide, and hotel rooms back for the night by sometime after 4:00 p.m.
Somedays international travel can be a little stressful, especially when it involves 32 people and a cancelled flight to Rio, but I'm sure we'll look back at this eventually and laugh. I'd rather be in Buenos Aires an extra day or two (or four) than flying out in poor conditions. So, dear volcano, I'd really appreciate it if you'd give the whole spewing ash thing a break so visibility can improve and we can get a flight out. I love Buenos Aires, but am less enthused with unproductive travel days. A delicious chicken pot pie from 1810 and comfy bed helped end the day on a higher note. Tomorrow we should hopefully know more about the travel arrangements...all part of the fun of travel. It often teaches you that schedules are flexible whether you mean for them to be or not!
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