WhoooO!
I am not a sitting machine anymore!
3 flights, plenty of free white wine, and 5 hours of sleep later, I am alive and rested, sitting in a Palermo hostel. This place is filled with beautiful vagabonds. I am glad to be one of 'em! Well, for now. Tomorrow, I will meet up with my home stay, which leaves this day completely open. I talked to Tony (an experienced backpacker) and we might check out the pub district nearby later on today.
I woke up at 9:55, just in time to scrummage the last of breakfast. I wasn't sure if the milk came from golden Argentinean cows, or if Frosted Flakes are just heavenly, but it was the best bowl of cereal I've eaten in a long long time.
I drank about 1/3 of an Inka Kola in Peru for kicks before giving the mysterious yellow liquid a look-over and tossed it. Had a beer in the terminal bar with an older Guatemalan woman and we chatted for a good amount of time about Guatemala and Brazil. I got her number (knudge knudge)...
Lots of funky mullets and goddesses as the flights got closer to Argentina. Now I'm here. Now I go.
PEACE!
DAVE
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