Home comes to us for the Holidays

After a lonely Thanksgiving, I was looking forward to my brother`s visit since he bought his plane ticket. The month after turkey day was spent trekking, climbing, and hosteling around Patagonia so his visit and the comforts of our Buenos Aires rental apartment were much anticipated. Brett and Megan were also looking forward to the trip as respite from work and school. In this way, the four of us agreed it was time to relax.

Rach and I made a list of sights and activities complete with a schedule, the costs, and corresponding pictures from our guide book that we presented to our guests upon arrival - tour guide style. If only I had powerpoint available... Despite our efforts, plans for a tango show, Malba museum, river delta tour and even the first night in the aprtment failed - the latter due to our helpful turned deceitful rental manager.

Despite these disappointments, I credit our company for the unforgetable week in BA. Without them, counting the many broken armed Portenos and preganant women would not have been as fun. Insted of awkward, redundant small talk with other travelers, we were able to discuss changes in our lives in meaningful conversation.

We seemed to leave the bumps in the road behind as we smoothly sailed (not according to Rach) across the Rio Plata to Colonia (ask Brett to pronounce it and you`ll hear something different every time) in Uruguay. The colonial (obvi) town provided us with sun, surf, more great meals, and even exercise as we biked to town from our hospedaje (ask me to pronounce that and you´ll hear something different every time) to town.

We can look back on this past New Year´s Eve (the four of us had an Argentine asado with Louise and her parents followed by drinking in the street under mid-night fireworks and dancing at a bar seemingly dedicated to a showgirl - see pics) as a highlight of our trip because we were able to share food, drinks, dances, and hugs with Brett and Megan. Thanks for coming!