After my Cordoba adventures, I went back to the hotel, grabbed my stuff and took a taxi to the airport.
I went through what could have been a doorway, but I went through security with my shoes on, a bottle of water in my hand. I stopped to ask about the water and my shoes and instead before I got the words out, was just waved through. There was no line when I got to ‘security’ and there was no line after. It was as if I went through a doorway. There was no concern. I was through in a matter of seconds.
I got to the terminal — which was the terminal for the whole airport and realized I would have an hour to kill before boarding.
I took out my laptop to see if I could figure out where I could stay and no WiFi. I took a seat and nearby I hear English. Lots of it.
About eight burly men were returning to Buenos Aires. They were on a hunting trip and returning home to various places in the Midwest, Idaho and Montana. We chatted for nearly an hour, and then they left to board.
I realized I should have been boarding for my flight to Mendoza around the same time too.