After debating for ages, we finally decided to go to Iguazu. Ironically, we've dragged our raincoats throughout this entire country, but decided to leave them in BA for our trip to the tropics.
It was a torrential downpour when we arrived.
Our other strategic mistake was timing. Our flight was at 9am. We haven't woken up before 9am our entire trip. By the time we reached the hotel, all of us were exhausted. We stayed at the only hotel inside the National Park and could see the falls in the distance from the hotel. Even with that motivation, the kids begged to sleep.
All walks to the falls were listed as 1-2 hours (and our kids cry if they walk more than 4 blocks). We wondered if we would ever make it. I was staring longingly at the postcards of Iguazu in the lobby.
Luckily, the magic of sugar and promises of ice cream remained key motivations and got us through the first walk. Thank god an hour to an Argentinian map maker is really only a 20 minute walk to a gordo american family.
The falls were stunning. So worth the effort and the trip. The sun even came out for us on the walk.
We were only in Iguazu for 24 hours, so the next morning, we headed out for the "Garganta del Diablo, The Throat of the Devil. I'm not sure the pictures will do it justice, but here they are.
After that, the kids were pooped. The three of us headed to the pool to relax for the last hour before our flight, while Rob sprinted down the lower falls, anxious to catch a boat ride. He arrived, as first in line of a 20 minute wait for a 12 minute boat ride that took him directly under the falls. He then took off the flip flops and sprinted barefoot back to the Sheraton to make our flight. You know how Rob likes to arrive early for the flights. He was "sweating" this one.
The falls were a highlight for Rob and I. The highlights for the kids were:
Mia: the crocodile we saw in the river. It was dead and we watched them pull it out. The butterfly that landed on my hand and gave me special power, the ice cream after the train.
Kai: the train, the swimming pool, and the key to the room. Mom and Dad let me go up to the room by myself.
Mission accomplished. Oh, and we caught our flight with time to spare.
It was a torrential downpour when we arrived.
Our other strategic mistake was timing. Our flight was at 9am. We haven't woken up before 9am our entire trip. By the time we reached the hotel, all of us were exhausted. We stayed at the only hotel inside the National Park and could see the falls in the distance from the hotel. Even with that motivation, the kids begged to sleep.
All walks to the falls were listed as 1-2 hours (and our kids cry if they walk more than 4 blocks). We wondered if we would ever make it. I was staring longingly at the postcards of Iguazu in the lobby.
Luckily, the magic of sugar and promises of ice cream remained key motivations and got us through the first walk. Thank god an hour to an Argentinian map maker is really only a 20 minute walk to a gordo american family.
The falls were stunning. So worth the effort and the trip. The sun even came out for us on the walk.
We were only in Iguazu for 24 hours, so the next morning, we headed out for the "Garganta del Diablo, The Throat of the Devil. I'm not sure the pictures will do it justice, but here they are.
After that, the kids were pooped. The three of us headed to the pool to relax for the last hour before our flight, while Rob sprinted down the lower falls, anxious to catch a boat ride. He arrived, as first in line of a 20 minute wait for a 12 minute boat ride that took him directly under the falls. He then took off the flip flops and sprinted barefoot back to the Sheraton to make our flight. You know how Rob likes to arrive early for the flights. He was "sweating" this one.
The falls were a highlight for Rob and I. The highlights for the kids were:
Mia: the crocodile we saw in the river. It was dead and we watched them pull it out. The butterfly that landed on my hand and gave me special power, the ice cream after the train.
Kai: the train, the swimming pool, and the key to the room. Mom and Dad let me go up to the room by myself.
Mission accomplished. Oh, and we caught our flight with time to spare.
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