Crossing boarders is a lot quiciker in some countries than others. This weekend is a holiday weekend in Buenos Aires. Flag Day is Monday. In honor of the long weekend me and three friends decided to go to Uruguay for the weekend. It is literally a 1-3 hour ferry ride across the river. After check-in the man told us to go upstairs to immigration. We waited in a pretty quick line. Then, it was my turn. As I showed up passport in hand and customs form completed I walked up to the counter. I was greeted my a nice porteña who told me to sign my form (oops) then stamped me out of Argentina. I was in international territory. There was a man next to her who was not taking guests of his own. I had no idea why until she handed him my papers. Upon closer inspection of the window in front of me I saw the first woman had and Argentine flag infront of her, and he had a Uruguayan flag in front of him. During that brief moment of discovery, the man stamped my passport into Uruguay. I had gone from being in Argentina to being in international territory to being in Uruguay without even moving a muscle. Isn´t life spectacular?
¡Besos!
La porteña Emilia
hahahaha
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