![]() ![]() … Allow me to spin things back to basketball…Įven when on vacation I manage to squeeze some in and make time for learning. The country is too large, too vast and too varied in culture, history and, let alone, geography to do in a short stay. I look forward to my return, as by focusing my time in B’s & A’s, I don’t think I really got a true taste for all that Argentina has yet to offer. We even, made the short trip across by boat to visit Uruguay. I will sum up my trip by saying that if ever fortune and time are in your favour and you can make the trip to Argentina, do it. So I’ll forgo tales of the richness of the city’s food and wine – which I enjoyed in copious amounts. If this were a travel blog, I would write – assuming I could at some point conjure up the ability to be just that – about the beauty, tranquility, and elegance of both B’s & A’s and the wonderful people of Argentina. One referred to it as his “crack.” (I wished in that moment I could have taken a hit!). ![]() In that moment when the clock struck 4-am and we were only halfway into our journey, and I was wide awake, I knew clearly why most international scouts when faced with a transatlantic journey, swear by those magic pills. To say that I wished I could have retracted my previous statement would have been a big understatement to say the least. This time, however, we packed those wonderful greeny-blue pills in our checked luggage. Well, fast forward to our return trip which was another red-eye. You see, I’m not one for taking drugs or pills. I slept no problem and didn’t feel the effects.” After and 8-hour red eye, 12-days ago en-route to Buenos Aires (called B’s & A’s as I learned), I turned to my partner in crime, Cat, and said something to the effect: “…I really don’t think those sleeping pills worked. ![]()
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