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Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Yesterday I visited the Brazilian side of the Iguazu Falls. Today was the Argentinean side. Eleanor Roosevelt was 100% correct... the waterfalls here are like nothing I could have imagined. I've had more interaction with people today than any previous day, so it's by far my favorite. Who would have thought I'd be relieved to be in a locale where Spanish is the most commonly spoken language? Yesterday we met Vanessa from Lisbon e Cecilia from Lyon. We assisted Cecilia on the paths along the falls with her wheelchair, and they were very pleasant. We also ran into them today in Argentina. I had a nice little conversation with a guy from Saudi Arabia and talked about tourism in the U.S., including California and Niagara Falls. We also kept running into a couple from Seattle today who were very talkative and informative about sites to see in Argentina. I had an amazing shower after riding a boat under the falls.
Back at the hostel, we socialized and played pool with Peter e Peter from Poland, now both of London. Renata (the owner of the hostel) was present with her niece, Maria. The billiard balls here are all solids, so we played a variation of 8-ball (four-player) where one side was even- and the other side was odd-numbered balls. Here, the rack is backward and the 1-ball is taken out of the rack to serve as a version of the 8-ball... so we ended up breaking an inverted 14-ball rack. I lost my ass while teaming with Luis, and lost to Luis on a foul when playing cutthroat with one of the aforementioned Peters.
I hope Livia did a good job of planning the route for tomorrow, because I totally screwed off tonight. My instructor e-mailed me and basically told me not to worry about having my assignments graded for two weeks. So that's exactly what I did.
Photos to come.
Back at the hostel, we socialized and played pool with Peter e Peter from Poland, now both of London. Renata (the owner of the hostel) was present with her niece, Maria. The billiard balls here are all solids, so we played a variation of 8-ball (four-player) where one side was even- and the other side was odd-numbered balls. Here, the rack is backward and the 1-ball is taken out of the rack to serve as a version of the 8-ball... so we ended up breaking an inverted 14-ball rack. I lost my ass while teaming with Luis, and lost to Luis on a foul when playing cutthroat with one of the aforementioned Peters.
I hope Livia did a good job of planning the route for tomorrow, because I totally screwed off tonight. My instructor e-mailed me and basically told me not to worry about having my assignments graded for two weeks. So that's exactly what I did.
Photos to come.
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2 comments:
Do you know what I love about the picture of all of you at the falls? Where, pray tell, is your camera strap?
Thanks for your astute observation, Dad.
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