Wouldn't you guess it?

The day I'm leaving SoCal, the sunshine returns. Three weeks of this "rain." I tell you I don't like it. I think I just ruled out moving to Vancouver.

If it's raining in Buenos Aries I'm gonna be PISSED.

Elaine and I leave at noon. Buenos Aries first. Iguazu Falls next. Then Bariloche for the lake district. After she leaves (which may be sooner than she expects after faced with the prospect of spending two weeks with my unwashed ass in a foreign country), I'm off to Patagonia, and finally Antarctica.

With any luck, my next story is going to include a close encounter with a llama or something.

Peace, and, finally, out.