That number is the bain of my existence. It also happens to be the number of my box which means I spend hours longing to hear the numbers 8-4-8-0-1-9 called out (in spanish, of course). Thankfully, I received my package and can leave the hell of today in the past. After today's trip to (finally) retrieve my package, I am at a loss for words. My brain is fried and my body physically drained. Maybe I can fill you in on the gory details later...but for now I need to make up for the 4 hours of my life I lost sitting in the correo...
Words cannot describe the inefficiency and frustrations of the Argentinian post office.
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