Departure and Arrival

Monday afternoon March 17th, I began my long journey at 2PM with a taxi ride to the Lindberg MARTA station. Lugging three enormous bags (1 backpack style computer bag, 1 large duffle and 1 massive rolling luggage) brought back memories of my summer in Cadiz Spain where I mistakenly brought rolling luggage to a multi destination trip. This ended up being a grave mistake as most streets in Spain where unpaved and/or cobble stone. One wheel eventually broke and I had to drag the 70 pound piece of luggage from city to city. Hopefully I will be better prepared this time. Anyways, I got to the airport around 2:45 and promptly made it to my gate in Terminal D for the first leg of my long travel. After connecting in Houston I arrived in Buenos Aires at 11 am local time, 20 hours after my day started in Atlanta. Making it through customs and picking up my luggage was a breeze but I was quickly overwhelmed by the rowdy crowd of thousands waiting on the other side of baggage claim. A strong feeling anxiousness overtook my gut when I faced the boisterous crowd. "How the hell am I supposed to get where I need to go?" After zigging and zagging through the center of the crowd I approached a man holding a sign labeled “Accenture.” There was a good chance I could be pilfering someone else's car service as I expected the sign to say my name or “NetHope." However, the opportunity to get out of the crowded airport proved enticing enough to take the trip with the cabby named Bruno and fortunately it ended up being the right cab. In 15 minutes time, I arrived at my apartment at the corner of Viamonte and Avenue Calloa at 12 noon. The rest of the day was spent gaining bearings of the nearby terrain with my teammates Tom and Steve. Around 9pm I decided I would venture up to the roof top of our building to catch a glimpse of the sunset and downtown Buenos Aires before I called it a night. What a night cap!