Arriving at the airport, we discovered that Bill couldn't go with us to the gate, so I had to manage with the kids by myself taking off shoes, and taking out laptop and all that stuff you have to do these days when you are going to fly. Seen that the pilots were older was reassuring. It's good to know the ones in charge of your life, however briefly, are experienced. They announced immediately that there was going to be some turbulence due to the hurricane Alex being close by... so much for reassurance. The flight to Buenos Aires was uneventful except for the times that Brett threw up on my very clean cream sweater and my dark (thankfully) jeans. Then Blake threw up. I don't know what was their problem, maybe motion sickness or something they ate. They were fine once we arrived to my mom's house.
One of the interesting things on the screen in the plane was the "time to destination" which in Spanish translates to something that also means "time to destiny". I thought it would be useful to know when you are arriving to your destiny or even when you have reached it. You may be exactly where you are destined to be and not know it! Or you may be really far away from your destiny and not know it either.
I got to see my brother first. He has not aged much, some grey hair maybe. He was kind enough to go pick us up and our enormous four bags that almost didn't fit in his tiny car. I also saw my mother of course, and my uncle and grandmother.
Even when the 4/1 money exchange things are not exactly cheap here. I had to go buy hair products and prices were about the same.
Blake and Brett took turns taking naps. And finally went to sleep at 10pm.
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