Final dinner in Argentina, at the same restaurant where I had my first lunch. Steak, of course. (At least there is symmetry.)

Has it really only been a month? It feels like a lifetime ago.

Tomorrow morning I head off for the airport. Flying to Panama tomorrow. I have to change planes there anyway, so I’m stopping there for a day. A chance to rest, and maybe to a little sightseeing. Then back to San Francisco International on Thursday night, arriving close to midnight.