Chao Argentina

I'm going to honest with you, kids: today was probably less than blog worthy. And while I considered making up a grand story about Jeannie being attacked by a giant spider or the plane emergency landing in the Atlantic, leaving us to swim miles to shore, I think you're water than that. We're all better than that. 

So, the real story. Today we had our final morning in iguazu and flew back to Buenos Aires. After a brief moment of panic at the sight of numerous, giant planes and then another brief moment of panic when my backpack didn't come out on the belt for far too long, we made our way back to the hostel. 

We enjoyed a fantastic chorizo with all the cremas you can dream of and sat in the shade. Of course we followed this with a long and arduous search for ice cram. We walked many blocks out of our way but finally we found it and it wa magical and entirely worth it. 

We returned to the hostel and relaxed, plagued by a mysterious stomach ache until I decided I needed to hunt for leather boots and forced Jeannie to accompany me. I found some, they're glorious. 

Tomorrow morning we fly to La Paz, Bolivia for a week of hiking and hijinx. Get ready. 

Things that go bump in the night

Kids, last night I was enjoying the peaceful slumber of one who has been in the sun and heat all day, when I was abruptly awoken by a series of noises. 

First I felt something crawl onto my bed, but just the edge. It reached up over me and I felt something fall sharply into my head. This was followed by a groggy, apologetic "I just...I'm so hot, I'm sorry, I'm just so hot."

When I heard the air conditioner click on above my head I understood that a heat-delirious Jeannie must have been lying awake, sweating her face off for hours before finally deciding to turn on the AC. 

Thankfully she didn't die of heat stroke and I had blankets at the ready. 

Is this the falls??

Today's adventure was Iguazu Falls. We had to walk about 30 minutes from the entrance to the actual river, leading to a lot of questions that were mostly "is this the falls?" The answer was generally, "no, Jenn, that's a puddle". But if you listened really carefully, you could hear Taylor muttering, "god these guys are dumb"

It was super beautiful and whatever. We took some quality selfies.

We also went on a boat ride where they drove us right next to one of the falls so it would spray all over us. Taylor hated it. We're also convinced that the boat slid over into the Brazil side, so we have officially been in another country this trip. Well, I guess it would be unofficially.

Also these small raccoon-y things kept trying to steal our lunch and scared Jenn (seriously is there anything that doesn't scare her?). We weren't the only ones that they were stealing from, but for some reason there was an unspoken agreement amongst everyone else to allow the little devils to sneak up to other groups so they would hilariously freak out when a tiny paw started batting at their pack of cookies. International cooperation at it's finest.