Last weekend we went to Buenos Aires for 2 days which was about a 4 hour drive from where we live. Being on the road here scares me…just a little. When people find out that I am from the United States, one of the first things they say is, “I hear the streets are amazing there. You push a button to cross the street, & the traffic stops for you,” to which I respond by saying, “Yes, it’s true. Now you know why I am scared.”
We arrived in Buenos Aires very late last Thursday night. It was definitely a last minute trip. We had to go to a government office building on Friday morning to receive our national identification cards. Simply imagine DMV times 1,000.
We had some great views from our hotel room.
It was so hard to wake these two up.
Friday morning came with A LOT of rain. We drove to the church office building there in the city, & once again, I was inspired by the church’s organization & efficiency in helping us that day. The 4 of us crunched into the back seat of a little car & drove through a massive city (3 million people massive)… in pouring rain.
If we ever find ourselves at that same hotel in Buenos Aires again, Jared & I vowed to participate in their 7 PM Tango Lessons. Ooh-la-la.