Getting There...

I used to think I liked traveling. Then I realized I enjoyed the "being there", but actually wasn't so much a fan of the "getting there." See, I made the very unwise decision to stay up all night before traveling for 30 hours...not smart. Everything is one hundred times harder when you are super overtired. Learning that your suitcase is overweight and having to empty and re-pack in the middle of the MSP airport seems deathly embarrassing, when it's actually just comical. Having your luggage lost in Miami goes from being an annoyance to a catastrophe. And when your head gets bumped by the stewardess's beverage cart, it seems more like getting smoked with by a garbage truck then getting bumped by a tin cart. And being told that you won't be allowed into Argentina goes from being a slight bump in the road to an insurmountable mountain...(okay, that part actually was kind of scary.) Who knew you could be denied entrance to a South American country just because you don't have proof of a return ticket??...well, now I know! I also know that if you have 'proof of funds and intention to not overstay your visa', (aka enough credit cards and enough pathetic tears), then you can enter anyways, which is just what I did. .But enough crying and moaning, I am in Argentina for goodness sake! Let 's just say I got to the hostel, slept for 12 hours, and suddenly everything seemed to be infinitely brighter.