Salty Kuwait

Kuwait a minute, I've just been a-salt-ed.

Two hotels are next to each other, one is a salted.

Salt puns aside, let me tell you kids about our most recent adventure: Salar de Uyuni, commonly known as the Uyuni salt flats.

So it's blindingly white, and it's flat, and it's bigger than Kuwait.

Let me say that again. It's bigger than Kuwait. Like the country. It's like if Kuwait was flattened out and covered in salt. That's a small country of salt.

(ok so we fact checked a bit, and it seems our tour guide may have exaggerated, but it's still over 10,000 square kilometers of salt...and that's pretty big)

I can't stress enough that it is really big. It is so big that it looks like it's curving because of the curvature of the earth.

Ok so you get it, it's really big. We had a tour guide who reminded me of an old cartoon character that I couldn't quite put my finder on. Highlights of the two day tour included seeing weird hexagons where the water had bubbled up from below, sleeping in a hotel made of salt, finding the iPhone 6, hiking part way up a volcano, and watching the sunrise.

Did I mention that it's really big?

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. 

Family Outing

Some pictures from our recent family outing. We went to the cathedral, then stumbled upon this random Greek festival. Taylor obviously was unhappy to be there, remarking, "what does Greece have to do with Argentina? This place is dumb, if you make me take a picture in that dumb frame I swear I might kill myself." Taylor remains alive and overdramatic.

A Rebuttal

I'd like to correct the slanderous things that were posted about me this morning and add a bit of detail to the story of my newfound love. 

First, Jeannie will tell you a "fell down" whilst walking in a flat surface in very high heels. I did no such thing. 

You see, we were passing a large group of people waiting for the bus and I, as is tradition in my native state, bowed deeply toward them, throwing out my arms. I bowed so deeply that for a moment I sat on the ground which is the highest form of respect one can show where I'm from. 

The looks on their faces were not of irritation or amusement but appreciation. 

Second, I was recently told by a "friend" that I should look for men who are "kind of clumsy and maybe a little heavy." Well ladies and gentlemen, I found him. 

See Jeannie's earlier post for the details but suffice it to say he had me at "you're so tall I don't know how I would..." And then a lot of confusing gesturing. 

When he departed and broke my heart forever, my darling Emmanuel left us with a few kind words. 

To Jeannie: thank you for the conversation, I really liked talking to you

To me: I love you. I...I love you. Te amo.