Translation of Junta

From time to time I listen to my old CD collection. However, most of the CD boxes, meaning the covers, are so full of dust that one can hardly see the image. Taste changes with the age, that is known.
Let me continue to tell you about my adventures. So, as I have told you in my last writing I returned to the airport and scheduled a new date for my flight. This time I left myself five more days.
El calafate airport was a mess. The airport was as big as a hotel lobby, but packed with people and all the luggage came at the same time in the same place. An officer checked the baggage receipt to avoid theft.