New York's Finest

We just got back from a long trip up to Iguazu in northeastern Argentina. There is a lot to say about the trip, but I wanted to start off with a quick post about the cab ride to the airport. Because the journey is so long, and we didn't have tons of time, we decided to fly up and take buses for the 20 hour journey back. Our cab driver to the airport was a nice guy, probably in his late fifties or early sixties. When we got close to the airport, we started making small-talk about where we were going, where we were from, etc. When I told the guy that we were from the U.S., he looked at me in the rearview mirror and (with a sraight face) told me in Spanish that he was from New York. Not one to question an elder, I simply replied, "cool." He then went on to explain that his family had left the U.S. because of the Vietnam War. I didn't want to get into it, but I was pretty surprised that he had managed to forget all his English considering he had to have been in his teens when he left. Anyways, the incident provided us with a few laughs on the short LAN airlines flight between Buenos Aires and Iguazu.