Eva Del Campo
I remember the time Papa and Jean visited Argentina with Roger and I. We watched marvelous Tango in the front row of Buenos Aires oldest coffeehouse. We took a boat to Uruguay and explored the coast. One day, After leaving a winery in the daytime we were stopped by police for not having our lights on. When he asked for ID, we discovered Del had left his passport the winery. Whew! Good thing the policeman stopped us.