Photo Credit: Travel+Leisure
When I was 17 my mother sent me back to her homeland of Argentina. After the culture shock and homesickness (it was my first international trip), I began the amazing journey of learning more about my mom and where she was raised.
What I did not bargain for was the trip my uncle took me on to climb the harrowing stairways of the Iguazu Falls. You know how everyone has that one uncle who is not all ‘there’ (the one who is only appreciated for his grilling expertise). Yes, that’s the one who put us on a boat, actually a floating device (in my opinion) and had a tour guide take us down in/under/underneath the Iguazu Falls! It would be like asking if you could boat in the Niagra Falls, except it’s like double the size and you’re in the Amazon. Minor details.
I’m alive to show the photo. Enough said.