Disconnected... 

Isolated... 

Lonely... 

Sad... 

Terrified...

These are just some of the ways I would describe how I've been feeling lately. These emotions have only intensified further as our 11-year-anniversary of living in Argentina approaches.

It's only a few days away and the last thing I want to do is celebrate one of the worst decisions of my life. 

A decision from which there is no escape from.

But that's not what this blog post is about.

Today, I want to share with you what we did earlier this month.

On June 2nd, we went on a trip to Buenos Aires. It was the first time the hubs and I had gone to the Argentine capital since 2019... aka before the pandemic.

The majority of Covid cases in Argentina are currently at a minimal, but I'll admit I was still pretty nervous about traveling without a mask. It doesn't help that many travelers at the airport were sneezing and coughing, but no one was covering their mouths. This is one of my pet peeves. I was raised in a society where it is considered rude not to cover your mouth when you sneeze, cough or yawn. But Argentines don't feel this way and I just have to learn to accept that about them.

Anyhow... the plane trip was pretty smooth. It only took about an hour and 10 minutes to go from Cordoba City to Buenos Aires.

As soon as we landed, we headed to our Airbnb to drop off our luggage.

This was a first for me. I've stayed in some really nice hotels and some not-so-nice hotels. But I had never stayed in an airbnb before. 

So, I actually had this insane idea that an airbnb was a house somebody rented to travelers with rules that the homeowner enforced like:

• You have to be home before 9 p.m.
• You can't blast your TV or music after a certain time.
• You had to use a communal bathroom.

Well, it turns out I was wrong.

The airbnb we stayed in had 2 bedrooms, 1 1/2 bathrooms, a living room, kitchen, dining area and a balcony.

Pretty fancy in my opinion.

Best of all, nobody gave a crap how loud the TV was or what time we were coming and going. It was like living in an apartment complex.

After we had made ourselves at home and freshened up, we went looking for a place to have a late lunch. We obviously didn't come here to hit the same fast food restaurants we had in our host province of Cordoba City. We wanted to eat somewhere that offered American food. Even fast food was okay as long as it was American.

So, we went looking for the usual suspects in B.A. like Kentucky Fried Chicken (KFC) and Wendy's. It turns out that both restaurants were within walking distance of our airbnb. But as hungry as we were, we could only choose one, so we picked Wendy's.

You have no idea how difficult it is to find a place in Argentina that makes chilli and baked potato the way they do in the States. And Cordoba City doesn't have a Wendy's, at least, not yet. So, we took full advantage of the Wendy's menu. 

Spoiler alert! It was not the last time we ordered from Wendy's during our five-day trip. We actually placed two other orders for delivery to our airbnb, but not on the same day.

After we stuffed our faces with unhealthy but oh-so delicious fast food, we headed towards a cinnamon roll shop that the hubs had been dying to try. It's called Cinna and you can check out their Instagram here.

I wish I could tell you that we painted the town red by doing something extravagant on our first night, but our friend, Franco, had a work-related get-together and had to leave. So, Zach and I walked around for a bit till we wore ourselves out.

Then we headed back to the airbnb to relax a bit and enjoy our cinnamon rolls.

After that, we hit the hay to recharge our batteries. 

We were actually looking forward to having an American-style breakfast at a restaurant called Jay's in the morning. But I will talk more about this place in my next post.

Until next time...