So here we are, our crazy little family, in Buenos Aires. Traveling was great—the flights were without drama, the food on the planes was good, we felt well rested after our overnight flight from DC to Argentina, and we feel healthy. OK, almost. Well, maybe not. We did make all our connections (and our checked bag too). But it required some frantic running while pushing a stroller, car seat, and 3 carry-on bags. We are so grateful that we got here as planned, even with the tight schedule. Next, well, you know how airplane food is. Many of you know that our little girl is not the best of sleepers. But on planes she’s typically quite good. However, this was her first 10 hour, overnight flight. And the whole of the plane got to know how poorly Ella sleeps. (I’m so sorry to those who sat near us.) But it’s hard to blame her when we are each feeling as crumby as we do. We are all on the verge of antibiotics. Tomorrow will be D day for that. We brought some just in case, for somewhere down the line. May be sooner than we thought. Our immune systems tanked this week, and have yet to recover. Ella has never taken antiobiotics before, so it's a big deal to me. I can't remember the last time I took them.

But, despite a rough night, we actually fared quite well today (other than the coughing, hacking, sore throats, burning lungs, and blowing noses). We caught a cab to our hostel, found some extraordinary pizza and beer at a touristy park (appetite is progress towards recovery, right?), took a nap, viewed an apartment we might be interested in renting, ate some yummy empanadas for dinner (while Ella befriended the hostess), and strolled around the city tonight. Now Ella is fast asleep. I am soon to follow. And Tyler will be up way too late looking for other apartments. Buenos noches!