Buenos Aires!

We arrived in Buenos Aires after a long, but not uncomfortable flight. I have already managed to make our trip exciting. Well... let me preface my story by saying that I cannot take all the blame (smile). When we disembarked Dad and I followed the ¨pasagengers in transit¨walkway in what we hoped was the right direction. We found a rolling cart to put our luggage on (yeah for FREE carts everywhere but the good old USA!) and began tooling around the airport terminal checking out the shops. I guess we were so engrossed in our conversation that we didn't notice my purse had fallen off the cart. It turns out some airport personnel saw what happened and tried to call our attention to the fact, but we didn´t realize they were talking to us (I wish they had tried just a LITTLE harder...smile). After walking for a while we decided to stop for a coffee and I thought I would challenge my mind with a little sudoku when I realized my purse was no longer sitting atop the Rock Band guitar we brought for Lucca. You can probably picture the ensuing drama... I asked, (quite calmly I might add) ¨Paul, where´s my purse?" He responded, (quite calmly I might add) I don't know." Then eyes opening wide we silently communicated our mutual dismay (that happens after 34 years of marriage) and headed off in different directions to begin our search. I immediately began doing a mental inventory of just HOW bad the damage would be in the event my purse was not recovered (to be honest I pretty much figured that would be the case). Thankfully, we only stood to lose a few dollars, some glasses, a book and would face the inconvenience of calling our banks to cancel various credit cards. I found a policeman who spoke a little Portuguese and told him of my plight. He checked via radio and informed me that no purse had been found in that part of the terminal. I turned around and headed in Paul's direction. As luck would have it we arrived simultaneously at the security checkpoint we had previously passed through. The guard there told us my bag was at a police kiosk just down the corridor...Halleluiah! I will be forever grateful for honest people. We finally got to sit down and enjoy a cafe con leche and count our blessings. I am going too try to avoid any further excitement...smile. It is off to Porto Alegre in a few hours. I will post more then. We love you all!