The wind is out in full force today, seemingly in a hurry to kick Fall out the door and introduce Her Majesty WINTER. The wind, coupled with a general feeling of restlessness is turning my attention to the grand fact that I'll be in Argentina in 2.5 weeks. Hello Southern Hemisphere and the fact that sunny 80-degree days await. The opposite of November is May, and who doesn't love May (or counter-clockwise flushing toilets)?
Colleen and I got brave and decided to rent a loft instead of a standard hotel. For roughly the same price, we get to stay in this funky, eclectic little home with a full service kitchen and living space instead of touching elbows and knees with each other and our luggage. The Loft is owned by three of the friendliest folks--I've exchanged several emails with them and am excited to get on down there.
Also on our Spanish-speaking sojourn we're spending two days in La Ciudad de Mexico. What are we going to do while we're there? Hmm, good question. Maybe it's time to figure that out. And did I mention our flights start from New York City? Believe it or not, we're going to touch three of the top four most populous cities in North America in less than a week. (Guesses on the 3rd most populous? Whose ready for another geography quiz?!)
This afternoon I booked a hotel from a site solely in Spanish. I was rather pleased with myself, but I guess there's a slim chance I just ordered a sombrero-wearing donkey delivered to my doorstep. My travel-planning skills are getting a little out of control.