After I stepped on the plane at Buenos Aires' Ezeiza Ministro Pistarini International Airport, I thought to myself: cultural adventure over. I was quickly reminded that one's cultural adventure never stops, it just changes area codes. I stowed my backpack and from behind me I heard the words "yo estoy acá". I am here.
For a minute or so that's all he said. As we sat down our eyes followed a beautiful Argentine woman coming directly towards us. Tall, with brown eyes and long hair, she stopped right beside our seats. Looking at the seat numbers she unmercifully chose the row right in front of us. Just out of the corner of my eye, I saw my new neighbor looking at the ceiling of the plane and stretching out his arms as if to say, "Why God? I have so little."
I laughed as he turned to me said the equivalent of "**it happens" in Spanish.
For the next 10 hours Rubén and I chatted about New York, photography, movies, and Argentine Beef. Whenever I doubt the value of travel, I think of people like Rubén Andón.
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