After a few days strolling the city's urbane neighborhoods, drinking in the architecture and sultry tango dancers, we were ready to venture further afield. Our first excursion took us across the Rio de la Plata via ferry to Uruguay. Here we ambled along the cobblestone streets and relished the tranquility of sleepy Colonia de Sacramento. "Sleepy" quickly morphed into "boring", so we turned north, braving an 18-hour bus ride to the confluence of the borders of Argentina, Brazil, and Paraguay. Here we found much needed laundry, internet, and relaxation before visiting the real attraction - gargantuan Iguazu Falls. If there is a method to adequately capture this sprawling spectacle photographically, we don't know it. Spanning two miles in width, this thundering curtain of 275 waterfalls is incredibly accessible by virtue of a network of elevated walkways on the Argentine side. These platforms allowed us to both teeter on the precipice atop the falls and stand beside the roaring wall of water at the bottom. The highlight was a boat ride into the churning mayhem below the falls, which put us close enough to be battered by the cascade tumbling from above.
In South America, more than anywhere else on our trip, we decry our ineptitude with foreign language. A stronger Spanish foundation would serve us well, though we are absorbing enough to get by. The other specter haunting us is the rapidly vanishing sand in the hourglass of our trip. With some effort we are fixated on making the most of our waning days of freedom, though it is difficult not to look ahead and start imagining life in "the real world" again. Rest assured, we will redouble our efforts and remain focused on fun, for the benefit of our faithful readers!
