I have just arrived in Buenos Aires (Argentina) after a couple of days in Montevideo (Uruguay). There have been many things going on, so before more things happen I would like to tell you about something that happened in the airport when I arrived to Uruguay.

Everything began when I was leaving Madrid three or four days ago. Right before leaving home I realized that I didn't have the address of the hotel in Montevideo and I was already late to take the plane, so I definitely did not have the time to try to find it out.

The best thing I could think of was to drop a line to two of my colleagues - who were already giving some talks in Brazil - asking them for the hotel address, so when I landed in Montevideo I could just check my mail and head to the hotel.

The funny thing is that when I arrived to Montevideo after a 13 hours flight, I tried to find a wireless hot spot, but there was no one functional. I tried in different parts of the airport, but either there was no WiFi, or the Internet connectivity simply didn't work.

At that point, I was in Montevideo's airport with no way of checking where my hotel was. Damn! I felt so silly :-) The best choice seemed to be to ring some of my colleagues so they could tell me the address of the hotel, but they were flying for Brazil at that moment and I couldn't reach any of them.

My last choice was to go to the Information Desk and ask them about where could I get Internet access to download my mail (I needed either SSH or IMAP), and here is where my luck changed and everything started to improve. The three girls who were working in the Information desk were extremely friendly with me. Seriously, they saved my day!

At the beginning they tried to get me access to one of the closed WiFi networks, but it didn't work. So after a while, they allowed me to get inside the booth and borrow one of their Ethernet cables, but it didn't work either, everything was filtered.

I suppose that, at that point (around 11pm), they realized that an increasing desperation feeling was invading me, so they changed the general strategy and started ringing all the hotels in Montevideo downtown trying to figure out where my reservation was made!!

Finally after 15 calls or so asking for a reservation on my name, they founded where my hotel was. I could not believe it!

So, today, we headed back to the airport to take a flight to Argentina, and I met them again, so I thanked them for everything they did for me. I know that there are not many people who would have worried so much for helping out a guy who forgot his hotel booking, and I am really thankful for that.

At the end, right before boarding the plane to Buenos Aires, we took this picture. It will be a nice memory about when I was lost in Uruguay but a few amazingly friendly girls saved me. :-)