In the picture above, we’re standing in Argentina, and you can see Brazil to the right and Paraguay to the left.
If you know anything about my eating habits, you know that I am not an adventurous eater when it comes to meat. You can do anything to a fruit or vegetable and I’ll eat it; meat, however, is another story. I don’t even like duck or lamb. That said, I have vowed to try (small bites of) new things on this trip, and to be polite when the situation calls for it, even if it means choking something down. But I’ll get to that in a minute.
When the thinking about this trip was in its infancy, our friend Andrea strongly recommended that we go to Iguazu Falls if we got to Argentina. Then she worried that she oversold it and we might be disappointed. Given that hesitation, and the fact that we’ve seen plenty of waterfalls in the Pacific Northwest and elsewhere, we vacillated a bit before deciding to go for a few days over my birthday (December 13) since we had some time to fill before heading south.
We spent two days there, and I don’t know how anyone who appreciates natural beauty could think Iguazu Falls is anything short of spectacular. Period. Photos never do the magical places justice, and Iguazu is no exception. The unmitigated violence of the biggest falls, Garganta del Diablo (Devil’s Throat), kind of stops you in your tracks. You can see the plume of the spray from it rising very high in the air from outside the park, and you know you’re about to see something special.
But although the Garganta may be the most photographed attraction, it is only the tip of the iceberg of what the park in Argentina has to offer, which includes wildlife, trails through the jungle, a big river, and many more waterfalls.