Usually every time I get on my computer, I get too distracted talking to faraway friends to do what I intended to do. Now however, our Internet is broken, and it's yucky outside, so I have time to write about stuff I forgot/didn't have time for before! Including…..IGUAZU FALLS WITH BRIANA!!

From Buenos Aires, we took an approximately 20 hour bus ride to Puerto Iguazu. We got to the bus station nice and early this time, thanks to Briana! Besides the mean bathroom attendant in the bus station who wouldn't give me any toilet paper, the trip went very well...time flies when you're having fun with your sister and are equipped with lots of snacks!

We got to our hostel the next afternoon and went right to Iguazu Park, only stopping to buy some pan de queso at the bakery down the street. That cheesy bread was practically all we ate the whole trip, and we still wanted more. We met a tour group of some nice senior citizens, and we heard their tour guide saying that the boats that go under the waterfalls would probably be closed for months since earlier that week two people drowned on them. We were quite upset to hear this news, since we were really looking forward to going on the boats, and Briana had even emailed the company after the people died, and they said we could still do it. Luckily, even without the boats, it was awesome. The park is a big rainforest with waterfalls everywhere. La garganta del diablo (devil's throat) is the biggest one, and people call it "Niagara on Viagra," and going there, you can see why. Walking on the outlook over the falls, you can see Brazil on the other side, but you can't see the bottom of the drop-off because there is so much mist from the waterfall, which also means that we got soaking wet in less than a minute. From anywhere in the park you can tell where the Garganta del Diablo is because the mist rising up.

The second day, we thought we were going to be the first ones up, getting up before 8 so we could spend as much time as possible at the park. It's amazing how different Buenos Aires is from Iguazu. In BsAs, I would be the first one up when I woke up before 10. Here, we were some of the last, and it wasn't even 8! Equipped with more pan de queso, we spent the day exploring the trails in the park. We saw a zillion butterflies, tucans, these weird raccoon-looking animals (one of whom climbed on me and I got yelled at for throwing it off when it started scratching me and ripping my bag…) and lots of pretty flowers. After we had seen almost everything, it started pouring rain, thundering and lightening. There was no point trying to keep anything dry, so we arrived back at the hostel soaking wet but happy about it.

Then it was 20 more hours on the bus back to Buenos Aires! We stocked up on pan de queso for the trip, since we'll probably never be able to have it again. At least not from the best bakery. We found out that we had the whole bottom section of the bus to ourselves! Naturally, crazy dancing and running around ensued. Unfortunately this attracted the attention of…well everyone in the bus station, as we hadn't started moving and were still in the bus station, surrounded by windows. The bus version of a flight attendant was quite enamored by our dancing antics, and kept trying to talk to us and get our email addresses. He even gave us some pan de queso…but it was a different kind and didn't look as good, so we didn't eat it. Plus there was the fear of roofies….almost kidding.

We made it back to Buenos Aires safe and sound and ready to make the most of our last 2 days!