As they say, when it rains, it pours. I had never seen anything like it. Landing in Buenos Aires, I had a long list of fun things to do in my favorite South American city. Maybe a nice walk along the canal, through the shops and restaurants in Puerto Madero. Perhaps an international day trip, hopping on the fast ferry across the River Plate to Colonia in Uruguay. And I planned plenty of outdoor strolls in this surprisingly green metropolis.
But the weather had other plans. In a big way. Breaking through the clouds on my final descent into Buenos Aires Airport, I said farewell to the sun. I wouldn’t see it again for several days.
