Oh, Argentina. Speak to me in your language.

My neck and I carefully crossed the Brazil/Argentina border on Thursday morning, spending a lot of time waiting for buses. My cup runneth over with Castellano. I was talking to EVERYONE. 

When I arrived in Puerto Iguazu the green-wig wearing receptionists at the hostel reminded me that it was St. Patrick's Day as well as the marking of 4 months on the road!

I quickly dropped my bags and caught the first bus to the Argentine side of the falls. A Canadian couple talked my ear off the whole way, so much talking that their son moved 4 rows in front of them after 2 minutes saying, "I'm so tired of all the talking. All you guys ever do is fucking talk at everyone. Please, just stop talking. I can't handle it anymore". I kind of wanted to join him but felt it might be rude.

The Argentine side of the falls is a totally different experience than that of Brazil. There are more walking paths, and while Brazil has a great vista of the falls as a whole, you can get a lot more up close and personal in Argentina. Language bias aside, I liked the Argentine side better, but am glad I got to check out both.

My favorite two things from the day were the following:

1. While waiting for the train to take me back to the first set of walking trails I witnessed a grown woman get stung by some insect. In my imagination it was a small sting, but you would have thought that a bee bit her whole arm off. It started with a shrill, "Aah, me pica," which means aah it bit me, and the next thing we all knew she was bawling. Like howling bawling. It was ridiculous. While everyone else tried to calm her I stayed where I was trying to take incognito photos. I later came up behind she and her boyfriend 2 HOURS LATER, and she was holding her finger in the air, STILL CRYING. C'mon lady. I wanted to go ask her boyfriend if he was sure he wanted to continue the relationship.

2. On another train ride to the front of the park I sat next to a Japanese girl who was visiting by herself because her friend is afraid of butterflies. I've never heard of such a thing, but to each his own. An older couple from California was giving her tips on travel to Costa Rica. The only part of the conversation I picked up was when the man asked in the LOUDEST S L O W E S T English voice, "does your friend like monkeys?" (think Grandma Dorothy talking to Long Duck Dong in 16 Candles). Now that I write that it's not that funny. Guess you had to be there, but you weren't.

me and my neck slowly making our way to the border

c'mon ride that train

first view of devil's falls

on top of the action

pretty pink parasols for real men

i got water in my eye

turtle

butterfly

don't be fooled these little guys will attack you for food

she's still crying with her finger in the air

this time i got smart about wet t-shirt contest white tank tops