I couldn't tell the difference between who was heading home and who might be starting another adventure by just sitting in the gate waiting to board the plane. Before deciding to go to Argentina, people had told me that I would fit right in, and as I found; they were correct. I found myself surrounded by people that looked like they would live in my neighborhood. Many of them had lighter skin, hair, and eyes. Definately not your typical Mexican or what you picture when you think of "Latino." People that looked much like me were all speaking Spanish - the plane was a strange sort of portal. I sat next to a man who, as I found out through my amazing Spanish-speaking skills, was Argentine, of Italian descent, and had lived in Texas for the last 30 years without ever learning English.
My plane arrived 20 minutes early in Buenos Aires, where it was 4 degrees celcius (they use military time and kilometers too). I'm glad I brought my boots, but I wish I had brought my heavy jacket - layering doesn't seem to be working as well as I had thought.
Tim and Annette picked me up from the airport and then showed me there apartment and let me (made me?) take a nap as we waited for Neli (the woman I am living with) to pick me up. I enjoyed this time very much, as they are very hospitable and both have a great sense of humor. I am glad that I will get to see them weekly :)
Neli is even better than I hoped! I was a bit nervous of living with someone I had never met, but I think it will work fine - she is a very kind woman that smiles a lot. She knows a considerable amount of English, so whenever I get stuck in Spanish she helps me out and has even been able to explain some things to me in English.
Once I had my luggage inside her home she took me to two of her neighbor's homes. Salveen lives just down the street and Harry and Susan live just a minute's walk away. All three of them are Anglo-Argentines, so they speak perfect English with a British accent as well as Spanish. As I later learned, English had been the language of the church for a long time, and the church that I will be working with began a Spanish service only six years ago! The area I am in is quite bilingual (lucky for me!).
Today I just met Priscilla - a 22 year old who works in the office for the church. I'm spending all day with her (she's here now), and I believe that we will be good friends. She has studied some English in school so that is helpful too. She says that my Spanish is really good :)

I will post pictures for you all sometime this week hopefully :)

Chao! (This is more common than "Adios")