Dos Dias Mas

Tomorrow afternoon I catch a plane from my cozy Central American hideout and fly to Lima, Peru. From there, to Buenos Aires, Argentina, where I will arrive in time to find a bar with the Chargers-Patriots game.

Right now, out the window, a long line of Honolulu-like silvery clouds is hanging on the edge of a green volcano. It is beautiful, and reminds me of how spectacular the dawn scene was flying into San Salvador several days ago. That arrival made taking the red-eye flight totally worth it.