D-Day has arrived; a bittersweet feeling actually. A part of
me misses home, but another part of me will miss what I have created down in
Buenos Aires.
Finishing up the rest of my packing early, gave me the time
to get my hair cut at least one time in Argentina. The reason I waited so long
was because I was scared I wouldn’t be able to communicate how I wanted to have
it cut, and would have walked out of the barber shop without hair. LOL! (That
was not the case, and everything went fine.)
