I leave for the airport in less than an hour. It still hasn’t set in yet. I’m starting to feel the worries about first arriving in a foreign city. Thankfully I will arrive in Buenos Aires in the morning, as I believe there is nothing worse than getting your first impressions of a city at night, scared and unsure about where you are and how to get where you’re going. I’m counting on the airport shuttle being able to take me right to my hostel, as an e-mail I received from my hostel said would be possible, as it’s always a hundred times better to be able to quickly and easily dump your stuff somewhere and get familiar with a map before going out and getting acquainted with a city, especially a big and crazy one like Buenos Aires!
Now my concerns are hoping I’ve packed everything and fretting over how my backpack seemed to gain ten pounds over night! Yesterday I thought it didn’t see too bad, yet today after adding just one or two things it feels like I’m carrying a ton of bricks! I just need to do some last minute adjusting and hopefully I will be all set to go.
My journey begins here. Two hour flight to Atlanta, four hour layover, then 8 1/2 hour overnight flight to BA. The in-transit stuff is my safe haven before descending into the real challenges of navigating my way into the life of a foreign land. The moment I step off that plane in Buenos Aires, everything changes and I will have to be on my toes and pushing myself all the time. Ninety nine days of travel, of getting by on my own, of the unknown. It’s scary, but after the past couple months of being far from adventurous and challenged, this will be a welcome and much-needed change!
Happy Labor Day to everyone, and I’ll see you on the flip side!