SM & Mr. Ed
Hes hungry, poor thing
We made it to Brazil.. Actually about a week ago- And now we are happily relaxing at my grandmothers house in my birth city, Londrina (that means little London). Its not that little though, and not really like London either for that matter. I may be biased, but I personally love it here. My family is enormous, and in line with the Brazilian stereotype, they are all incredibly welcoming and generous. I am having a blast introducing Stephen to favorite foods from my childhood, and reminiscing about the past. I think we are going to chill here for a couple of weeks. No jobs = no hurry right??
Anyway, rewinding to a week ago, we finally got the chance to visit Foz Iguacu. We took a hotel organized tour to the Argentina side, but to my Brazilian familys good-humored disgust we did not have time to do the Brazil side also. Theres always next time. The falls were really and truly breathtaking. They for sure win my vote for a Natrual Wonder of the World. The walkways on the Argentina side allow you to get incredibly close, and with the right wind, soaked to the bone. While
The throat of the devil, aka, the drenching place
the tour was a bit pricey (especially compared to stuff we did in Bolivia and Paraguay) it was definitely worth it to have the knowledgable guide, and of course assistance crossing the border into Argentina. I will favorably mention our hotel in Foz (Hotel San Remo- 30 bucks a night for a double room) because it was affordable, comfortable, and able to efficiently coordinate the tour from the agency that lives in the lobby.
(as they say at my grandmas church) Graca e Paz,
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