Iguazu Photos

I just realized I never posted pictures of our trip to Iguazu. We've been so busy crossing things off our list, I suppose. But, alas, here they are. It was a rainy day when we visited the park, so the pictures are a bit soggy. Keep in mind that our pictures don't do the falls justice. The power, the roar, the extreme wild beauty was so hard to adequately capture on film.

Here's a bit of back ground on Los Cataratas del Iguazu care of wikipedia: The waterfall system consists of 275 falls along 2.7 kilometers (1.67 miles) of the Iguazu River. Position is at latitude (DMS): 25° 40' 60 S, longitude (DMS): 54° 25' 60 W . Some of the individual falls are up to 82 meters (269 ft) in height, though the majority are about 64 metres (210 ft). The Devil's Throat (Garganta del Diablo in Spanish or Garganta do Diabo in Portuguese), a U-shaped, 82-meter-high, 150-meter-wide and 700-meter-long (490 by 2300 feet) cataract, is the most impressive of all, and marks the border between Argentina and Brazil. Two thirds of the falls are within Argentine territory.

We only visited the Argentina side.













It was wet. Ella tolerated the rain and her glorified trash bag. Bless her.










To get to the Devil's Throat, you walk about 1 km over a series of bridges over the river.









Ella got very scared. It was loud and wet. Poor baby burst into tears and started crying, "Go home! Go home!"









Tyler and I rewrote and declared our wedding vows here. This trip was our anniversary celebration.



Ella did love the hammock at the hostel!

A picture Blog of Boca

To cross another thing off the list, today we visted Boca. Boca is a barrio of Buenos Aires known for a couple things: Color, is one. As you can see.









Every restaruant has a performer (or performers). Musisians, tango dancers...oodles of entertainment.



Ella enjoyed trying on hats while Tyler looked for his fedora.



And then she flirted with the salesman.



The second thing Boca is famed for is futbol. The Boca Juniors, more specifically. Here Tyler and Pea are at the ginormous Boca Juniors stadium.



Futbol is a HUGE deal here.



Huge.



Yes, I'm pretty sure this is Paron, Evita, and Diego Maradona.



Here's Maradona's start at the stadium.



Tango is a big deal too...



...in...



And here's some fake laundry hanging to dry. Random, I know.



For lunch we had (drum roll) choripan!



The barrio of Boca once tried to form there one republic. The national army put a quick stop to it. But often it's still referred to as the Republic of Boca.



Hola and chau!

Two point Five

We have two and a half weeks left of our six month stint in Buenos Aires. Early this month we made a list and posted it on the fridge, so that we could keep track of some key things we want to make sure to do (or do again) before we go. Here's what the list looks like:

Cataratas de Iguazu
Boca (a barrio we haven't yet seen)
Visit San Telmo again and eat at Des Nivel
take pictures of Floralis Generica
Puerto Madero for choripan
ride on the A Line again for pics (it's the oldest subway line, all wooden interior)
visit Tigre
take pics of our favorite dance studio
attend the other FreeBATour (we've done one, but there's two)
Cirque du Soleil (Junio 17)
purchase another pair of tango shoes(Jamie)
purchase our favorite wooden plates to bring home

I have one more Spanish lesson to take. And we've started cleaning the flat up a bit and sorting through some stuff we are going to donate and not bring home. These last couple weeks are going to fly by. we're both really excited about that because we are ready to be reunited with our family and friends (and dog). But we're also starting to get sad about this stretch of our life's journey coming to an end. A lot has happened in six months. It's flown by and creeped by at times. What an amazing experience it is. Can't wait to share more with you when we see you next.

More Pictures for the Gallery

We've been busy crossing things off our "must do/see before we return to the States" list. Last week we roamed around the street fair in San Telmo. Not much to say, just some fun pics.

Puerto Madero and Choripan

It was a gorgeous, sunny day today and we had one thing on our minds...choripan. Tyler has been talking at choripan for the past couple weeks. We quested for some during the Independence Day festivities, but didn't find any. But I happened across another expat's blog documenting his search for the best choripan in Buenos Aires. Entonces, we quested.

We ventured to the area of town called Puerto Madero. Although still in the heart of Buenos Aires, Puerto Madero is like a completely different city. It's the newest and certainly the glossiest barrio. Huge skyrises that scream luxury. And it's quiet. There's hardly any traffic. Buses don't run through and there's no Subte stop in the barrio. It's a place you could park your Mercedes overnight in the street if you wanted.



Strolling the now defunct ports and watching yaghts bob around in the water, is really not a bad way to spend a lazy Saturday afternoon.



An ecological preserve runs the length of Puerto Madero. It's a nice place to hike or run or bike. Along the preserve many vedors like this one below sell choripan, hambergesas, and other grilled goods.



But this was the place the blogger recommended. Alameda Sur. All of those people you see are actually in line. We knew we'd found the right place.



This expat blogger I found really knew his choripan. Nothing healthy about it, but it was worth the splurge. The bread was perfectly toasted on the outside and soft on the inside. The chorizo was perfectly cooked. And the condiments were a great addition.



Tyler was ever so happy.



We probably won't be hungry for a few days now.

Lest food coma set in, we decided to stroll through a park with an open air market.

I thought this was funny. Yerba mate is such an obsession here. People carry around with them thermoses of hot water so they can refill their teas throughout the day. You frequently see hot water stations like these where you can get a refill. I've tried to like the stuff, but not being a big tea person to begin with, our relationship was doomed from the start.



And of course we had to stop and play in a park. Hey there blue eyes!



Most of the nice parks here also have a carousel that the little ones can ride on for two pesos. Ella loves them. Chau, chau!