I GOT MY CAR!!!!!

Yay, my car came today!!!

I got a call at work to let me know that "In 14 minutes, more or less, ArgenMove will deliver your car to your house." Um, OK! So I gave Neil the heads up, and headed out in a taxi for the 10-min ride to my house.

On the way, we passed a flatbed truck ... with my car on the back!!!!!!!! Crazy!!!! I excitedly pointed to it told the taxi driver "That's my car!!!" He understandably was kind of confused, like "That's your car? (then why the heck am I driving you, woman?!)" And I explained it arrived on a boat from the States. I whipped out my camera and began documenting the final leg of the Rav's journey to Argentina. This was after we'd passed the truck. See my car peeking out from atop the flatbed?

Try to spot my car on the truck in the following pics as I snapped photos out the back of the taxi, and from the sidewalk by my house. I'm lame, I know, I know:



Yayyyy! Welcome home!!!




"Sign here."

I know you don't usually see pictures of me at more than arm's length -- I actually got Neil to take a picture of me for once!

And this one is a real Glamour "Don't." Especially the black tights, whoa.

Anyway, as you can see, I was excited to get my car. I don't have my diplomatic plates yet, but till then they said I could put Virginia plates on it and that would be OK ... hehe. The most recent plates were taken off for shipping, so I dug up my old Virginia - "S4LVRS" (get it?) plate I kept as a souvenir and propped that baby up on the dash. And then drove back to work!

It felt SOOOOOooo good to be behind the wheel again. And let me tell you, it was so tempting to turn right on red (illegal here). And I had to remember that the dotted lines on the road are mere suggestions -- you're dead if you try to stay between them; rather, you have to "go with the flow" of traffic, which is often ALL OVER THE PLACE.

But it felt good being behind the wheel. And even better when I got to park in my old bosses spot inside the Embassy compound, rather than hunting for a spot on the street (the new boss said it's OK since he and my coworkers take the train instead of drive). Boo yah.