Unless you're extremely lucky (or an advance-planner....not my particular forte), the journey to Ushuaia involves not only changing planes in Buenos Aires, but often changing airports. Though I left NY alone, I'd ultimately meet up with 6 other friends who all signed up to join me on an extravagant 40th birthday adventure. And so it was with both a sense of relief and joy that I walked through the doors to baggage claim at Airport #1 to find Erin waiting for me, fresh off her own journey from Oregon. (Relief in that without international cell phones, we really had no backup plan.) It took almost an hour to get across town to Airport #2, but along with a pitiful comprehension of Spanish, at least we now had each other. We ran into Mary Ann and Lynne at Airport #2 before heading off to our separate flights to Ushuaia, and then Brian and Linda at our hotel. Two days before our cruise, and 6 out of 7 were accounted for. I laid down for a much needed sleep at La Posada del Fin del Mundo: we had made it to the end of the earth, and things were off to a good start.
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