the airplane fantasy

I think I am not alone in daydreaming before I get on a flight about who might be seated next to me. I imagine a witty and handsome man who will just so happen to have charted a plan similar to my own with whom I could share a post'flight cocktail. Unlike some people, my fantasies are always met with the intrusion of the harsh reality of a boring overweight guy who hasn´t realized that mustaches are a bad idea. This time I got something new. For 14 hours I sat next to a nun. A nun who had for some reason flown to Toronto from Mexico City to catch a plane to Argentina. She was very nice though, and in many ways I could not have asked for any one better to sit next to on a full flight. So much for the fantasy, though.

I am now safely installed in my little B&B called La Otra Orilla (pronounced Orija). You can look it up on the web as I can´t remember how to code the link. It´s at the edge of the hipster Palermo Viejo, and about a 20 minute subway ride to downtown. Very clean, very friendly, and now I am going to take a nap before figuring out how to eat.