Flying across the country yesterday was an eerie experience. I have no idea how we got so lucky, but we ended up in Bozeman, Montana, pretty much on time. Keep in mind, our route took us from Miami at 7 am to Newark back to Orlando to Denver and finally Bozeman at 9:30 pm. And […]
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Ok, now that we’re back in North America and making our way back home, someone has some splaining to do. We haven’t even been gone for 3 weeks, and a few things seem off. First, who was supposed to be feeding and watering the stock market? Not cool! Second, someone shrunk the wine bottles. This […]
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We arrived in Miami after the 10 pm curfew, so hungry dreams of Cuban takeout turned into a hotel convenience store Lean Cuisine, and a faceplant into the soft American bed. Chef had found us a way to get back to Bozeman Saturday night but it meant an early start. I was too tired to […]
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Normally I would be worried that my airline didn’t have a computer…. … but today, I’m good with it. Well, gentle reader, Podunk is about to get on an airplane with a few hundred hangry, tired fellow travelers. Chances for peanuts and the international beverage cart seem slim, but I’m grateful nonetheless! Thanks for all […]
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On Wednesday, March 25, we decided to chance an outing to the market. We hadn’t left the inn since we got here on Sunday. We needed the fresh air and a few vegetables aside from the green olives and pickled eggplant might cheer us, we thought. We got two blocks away before the popo stopped […]
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Chef and I knew that in the next few days before our scheduled March 26 flight, a lot could change. And like everyone else on the planet, we were trying to salvage our sanity. We were isolated and in the wrong hemisphere, but we had each other, and now a hotel and bar to run! […]
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Like they say, it’s not what you know, it’s who your friends know. We arrived at the Jorge Newbery international airport in Buenos Aires, which had transformed from rocking a few weeks ago to empty and spotless, smelling of industrial strength disinfectant. We caught one of the few taxis and our cabbie Alejandro gave us […]
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The Neuquén police officer and I we’re having a hard time. Chef thought my body language and tone of voice were exacerbating the situation, so I offered an alternative solution. I am quite adept at reading and writing in Spanish even if my verbal skills were diminishing by the minute. “Let’s just write notes to […]
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The journey to Neuquén from el Bolsón will forever be etched in my mind. Our home of Salmon, Idaho, is ultra remote, so a 6-hour drive is no big thing for us. We were glad to be traveling with sleeping bags and a tent, we had a box of groceries and beverages (yes, by now […]
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Podunk Meets Paradise 