On Tuesday morning we had our second to last bus of the entire trip. Bright and early we bought tickets for our crossing into Argentina. As we have gone along the way our border crossings have been collectively more enjoyable. And by that I mean I think we're finally just getting used to the routine of paper work and customs. It's certainly not the most fun process ever, but it's kind of cool seeing one more stamp going in the passport and guessing where the border patrol officer will decide to put the stamp. It sounds silly, but it's rather frustrating when the ink isnt properly transferred. Maybe it's just a girl thing, but Sara and I like talking about how cool the Visa stamps look on paper. It's proof of our journey; therefore I think we're just a bit picky about it.
This bus ride was actually our most feared of the whole trip. It only is traveled during the day because the mountain curves on the road are unsafe to travel at night. That, and the border station is actually in the mountains so when it snows the border can be shut down for up to weeks at a time. We've been praying since before we left on this trip that the snow woulda cease until we crossed that border. Considering it's high season here right now (aka winter), snow is very possible. God is good and the day we booked our bus the sky and weather were beautiful. Crossing the border was incredibly easy and other than the beautiful sight of snow on the mountains during our drive, there wasn't any snow to be seen on the roads. Praise God for that. Because two days after we arrived in Mendoza the snow hit and they shut the border down for about 5 days. I know what you're thinking. Why not just fly? Yes, this is indeed an option but as an American the reciprocity fee to fly into the Argentina airport costs about as much as the plane ticket (which isn't cheap). That was going to be our last resort to be able to fly home on time, but we were well taken care of and safely driven across into Argentina. Safely, and with a big handful of money saved in our pockets compared to the plane ticket.
It's not just the big things in life that God is faithful through. Even crossing borders safely in foreign countries (as a stress of our trip) was handled with ease by a God who loves us and ultimately wishes joy upon our hearts. Welcome to Mendoza, friends! It's time to explore the South American wine country.
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