Argentina Here I Come!

I am such a sucker for foreign lands. Anything and anywhere different than where I am is better and certainly more appealing. We used to make fun of this dude in grad school for always being interested in international students. Well, he traveled in his mind by listening to their stories. And now I do the same, shamelessly, by falling into daydreams after making reservations to go to Buenos Aires. !Ay que maravilloso!

So, I spoke with the hotel reservations agent and he booked us in. I checked the hotel rooms online. I guess there is value to going with a boutique hotel. Classic style furniture, not your regular bed-side table with the bible drawer. I await the travel agent's email with plans to go to Iguazu. An Argentinean email - imagine - essentially in cyberspace, but originating all the way by Patagonia.

Goodie, goodie, goodie. I cannot wait to go. My boss was slightly taken aback by my request to go on vacation, again, after just returning from home. But she is a kind person and in the back of her mind, she knows that I work hard, drive my computer like a race car and do the flamenco over the keyboard with my fingers -- much to the dismay of my cubicle mates. So she said "Of course, go."

Himm...Americans do not take enough vacations, I'm telling ya... is it because they like to work so much or is it because this is such a vast country that going next door becomes an overhaul? At the end of the day, people are people. I think everyone needs a break. The fact of the matter is that the U.S. is surrounded by water and whomever comes to stay brings a few new customs and adds it to the American mixture and calls himself/herself American. The foreign lands are left in grandparents' memories and old-age mumblings.

As much as I love the comfort and security of the U.S., my mind is always elsewhere. Would I dare to move again? Probably not. But let me tell you, if I were rich enough, I would not spend time in a studio filming reality shows. I'd whizz around.