would have been nice. I am not sure why I always manage to overpack my bags, but I already have plans in motion for smuggling extra pounds of Argentine glory with a mule. Details to follow. So I barely managed to lug my bags through the airport to the bank, which apparently has better exchange rates that the currency exchange kiosks throughout the airport.

Quiosco. My name would be Quira under that translation.

I exchanged money. They wanted to see my passport to do so, and if it hadn’t been 6 am, I would have asked why. Actually, this whole post will end up being pretty useless for future travelers, as I didn’t explore the airport at all. It seemed perfectly clean and there were flat-screen monitors challenging the customs line to create anagrams. tablet=battle.

Oh! Here is some advice. When waiting for customs, a three-note chime would ring when the next person could go up to the booth. Max, the music major, tells me that it was a triad. If the line is long and you haven’t slept, this sound will bore into your very soul. So, um, wear headphones. A number will display showing the next booth available anyway.

The bags were heavy (have you heard?), so when a man asked if I needed a taxi, I said yes. Mind you, this was approximately 3 seconds after a security guard had handed me a flier, in spanish and english, instructing me to not accept verbal offers for transportation, and to walk up to the large booth in the center of the airport. You can’t miss it. I didn’t really miss it, so much as want to hand my person off to anyone that would take me to the nearest flat surface to collapse. So the fact that I ended up paying $15 USD and 250 pesos for the ride into the city was entirely my fault, as the airport was really trying to protect idiot tourists from the world. Oh, and the $15 was because the 100 peso bill was ripped, and so he said he couldn’t deposit it in the bank. This had to have been bullshit, but again, tired.

That reminds me…the name of this blog was determined at 2 am the day before my flight. doyouhavetheargentime.com, myfunnyargentime.com, superfunargentime.com, and various other miserable puns were on the table. So comment away, but have some mercy. This blog will not be clever. It may be helpful to travelers. We’ll see.