Me: "Por favor disculpe mi Español. Hablo Inglés. Necesito un taxi ahora en Puerto San Julián trescientos sesenta. Dos personas van al aeropuerto."
Taxi Rep: "Puerto San Julián trescientos sesenta. ¿Nombre"
Me - Slightly panicked even though I should know this: "¿Nombre....uh...number?" (At this point William reminds me nombre means name). "Anne".
Taxi Rep: He says something that I don't understand then "Dos minutos. Ciao".
Whew. It worked. Ten minutes later (not two, but I didn't really think it would be two) a taxi arrives at our door.
Maria Elana, the owner of the apartment we are renting, is standing outside of baggage claim waiting for is. She uses her basic English skills to tell us about the city and we get to know each other a little on our 15km drive. The apartment is great and has magnificent views of Lago Nahuel Huapi. Of course to get these views the apartment is "uphill" from the town square and primary restaurant and shopping area.