We flew to Argentina on February 27, 2015.
One stop in Houston, then on to Buenos Aires. Buenos Aires has two airports, one international and one for domestic flights, they are about an hour apart. So we claimed our baggage and were driven to the other airport, where we rechecked our luggage, then proceeded to find our next flight. We had plenty of time, so no hurry. We went to gate 4, as was printed on our ticket, just to make sure we were in the right place. We showed our ticket and were assured that we were in fact at the right gate.
We heard a flight being called to gate 4 and looked over to see the man at gate 4 talking on the intercom. We didn't catch every word they said for a couple of reasons. It was our first experience with castellano, we had just flown all night long, and neither of us had slept very good or very much. We got in line and handed them our ticket and proceeded to get on the bus that takes you to the plane, and boarded the plane. We found our seats.... 12 A&B, put our stuff in the overhead and got comfy. As soon as I buckled my seatbelt I had a very strong impression come to my mind. You are in the right seat, but you're on the wrong plane. I immediately said to Gaylen. "Ask they guy across the isle where this plane is going.". He looked at me like I was crazy, then turned to look at the guy across the isle. He was stuffing his bag into the overhead. Gaylen hesitated. I repeated my plea. Gaylen looked at the guys sitting behind us, they were speaking Farsi. Meanwhile, Gaylen is thinking ... "we have already double checked at the gate, why am I doing this?" Again, I begged for him to inquire. He turned back to the guy across the isle, he was done stuffing now. So Gaylen asked in Spanish.... Is this plane going to Córdoba? The man said "No, it's going to San Luis", then he noticed Gaylen's name plaque and said "Spear, they're looking for you, they called your name on the bus". So they took us off the plane, onto a bus, back to the airport, to another gate, to another bus, to another plane.
We had a bite to eat (thank you Randy and Susan Ynchausti) and waited.
We heard a flight being called to gate 4 and looked over to see the man at gate 4 talking on the intercom. We didn't catch every word they said for a couple of reasons. It was our first experience with castellano, we had just flown all night long, and neither of us had slept very good or very much. We got in line and handed them our ticket and proceeded to get on the bus that takes you to the plane, and boarded the plane. We found our seats.... 12 A&B, put our stuff in the overhead and got comfy. As soon as I buckled my seatbelt I had a very strong impression come to my mind. You are in the right seat, but you're on the wrong plane. I immediately said to Gaylen. "Ask they guy across the isle where this plane is going.". He looked at me like I was crazy, then turned to look at the guy across the isle. He was stuffing his bag into the overhead. Gaylen hesitated. I repeated my plea. Gaylen looked at the guys sitting behind us, they were speaking Farsi. Meanwhile, Gaylen is thinking ... "we have already double checked at the gate, why am I doing this?" Again, I begged for him to inquire. He turned back to the guy across the isle, he was done stuffing now. So Gaylen asked in Spanish.... Is this plane going to Córdoba? The man said "No, it's going to San Luis", then he noticed Gaylen's name plaque and said "Spear, they're looking for you, they called your name on the bus". So they took us off the plane, onto a bus, back to the airport, to another gate, to another bus, to another plane.
Crisis averted.
We love it here!
