An ambulance ride and two planes later....

I'll give Bri the pleasure of telling the story of how we got to the airport in Buenos Aires. I'm sitting in the plane at Sky Harbor, in the last row, waiting for too many people to grab their carry-on luggage from the overhead bins.

Thanks to some unknown substance injected into me by Argentine paramedics, I slept like a baby through my two flights.

It's good to be home.