On my way to Argentina!
When the airline checked me in under my husband’s name (for some reason his ticket had not been cancelled), and the corresponding label attached to my luggage, I should have foreseen problems all the way to Buenos Aires. But I boarded the jam packed plane and headed south with everyone else attempting to escape to warmer weather.
As predicted, my bag never appeared in Buenos Aires. 
I half expected it to just pop out of the chute last in line, looking lost and bedraggled and apologetic for being late. No such luck. No matter how experienced you are with travel, most things are beyond your control. I headed to the hotel, as I wondered how my lost bag would ever find me on a 15,000 acre working estancia at the foothills of the Andes, which was my destination in the morning. For now I would enjoy the city.
This was a Sunday afternoon and the one thing that struck me on the drive to the hotel were the great numbers of family/friend groups having lunch and festivities on the strips of grassland by the road. The traditional Argentine “Sunday family time” together is far from what I have experienced living in the USA or in Australia. Well not to this extent anyway. They were playing soccer, wrestling, laying in the sun, eating, drinking, laughing and having a wonderful time together as a cohesive unit. I was slightly hesitant about my night in Buenos Aires but this display of ethics and values was impressive.