Apologies in advance for the length of these posts... I had one of the more eventful 24 hours of travel that I’ve ever had this week, coming back from a quick trip to Buenos Aires this week. I think AA made several questionable choices, but I’d be curious to hear what others think. I know you are supposed to give yourself lots of time to check in and clear security, especially when traveling internationally, but the experience I had this week (Monday) at EZE flying American was really one of the worst airport experiences I’ve had in recent memory. I’d be interested in learning from those of you who regularly fly AA out of EZE if this is how it always is, or if I was just supremely unlucky. I was flying on AA #956 to JFK, which departs around 8:00 PM. For those of you who are unfamiliar with AA’s operations at EZE, there were two fights (both on 777s) leaving around 8:00; my flight, and another to Miami. Then, scheduled to depart approximately an hour later was a flight to DFW, and a little after that, another to MIA. I arrived at EZE at 5:00 PM, giving myself a full three hours. As it turned out, I would need every minute. Apparently, AA had decided not to have any agents at the counters to check in passengers; all passengers were to check in using the self-service kiosks in the airport. When I arrived, there were exactly two kiosks operational, and a line that was already close to two hours long. Two kiosks for two full 777s, and no check in agents. I was stunned. After waiting on the line for an hour and a half (and still being far from the front), I was told that several other kiosks had come on line, and I could check in on those. So I dashed off to a small cluster of four additional kiosks (for a grand total of 6; by this time the DFW and second MIA pax began to arrive at the airport), waited 10 minutes, and finally checked in. I then had to wait an additional 25 minutes on the bag drop line (damn you, bottle of Argentine wine!), and then a final hour to clear security and emigration. I was running to the gate catch my flight at 8:05. Well, I needn’t have hurried—about a third of the plane was stuck in the lines behind me, so we waited at the gate an additional half an hour for everyone else. Even give the three hours standing in line, and the delay at the gate, things still only amounted to a minor annoyance; we were only going to be a half an hour late landing in JFK. If this is where things had ended, I would have been happy.