Yes, I walked through customs and entered the line for U.S. citizens. And when I heard those words I actually felt happy. It was tough to say good-bye but I made the transition on the plane. Seated next to a New York plastic surgeon who was born in Argentina and home visiting family we compared notes on the sushi in Buenos Aires versus New York. Though Argentine by birth he is convinced that none of the food can compare to New York. I am thinking about my upcoming trips to Denver, Chicago, etc. and future meals I will eat in other metropolitan areas. But for tonight it will probably be pizza at Silver Beach and the oportunity to gaze at that beautiful lake that is right in my front yard.
I must add that I no longer feel naked. You may remember that I had a new passport this journey. Now my passport is adorned with a few entry and exit stamps from Argentina, plus a pair from Bolivia, and a pair from Uruguay. It was a productive shopping spree.
