. . . and boy are my arms tired

"Are you going down to Argentina to visit or do you live there?"

"I live there."

"Yeah, I've traveled a little. I've been to Mexico. Canada. But never to Argentina. It's pretty much the same, right? I mean, except the language and culture?"

"Well ... there are similarities and differences."

"So what part of Argentina are you from?"

"I'm not from there. I'm from the United States. But I live in Buenos Aires."

He showed me pictures of his baby on his iPhone while he chewed tobacco and spit into a plastic airline cup.

Thank god the flight was only 11 hours.

It was bad to leave Chicago but it is good to be here.