Nutso rain for most of the three days we visited Iguaza Falls, or Las Cataratas de Iguazu. Let me recount the crazy part:
(Hotel room, 6:30 am)
Davidson: Babe, I don’t think you should bring the camera. It will get ruined. All that water, plus it’s raining heavily.
Denise: Uh, what? (scratch, scratch) It’s so early. What time do we have to meet the tour van? Uh, ok.
Yes, I didn’t bring my camera for fear of damaging it. And it wounded me to see other tourists whipping out their little cameras right in front of me. It hoits—not quite the same as when a legless amputee wants to kickbox. But I can most defs say that my camera is like a phantom limb, and thank heavens we met some nice Australians who will email their images to us. I’ll post those pics when I get them.
Blurgh. Lesson learned.
(By the way, the picture above is of La Aldea de la Selva, where we stayed. I highly recommend it—it’s in the jungle and incredibly well-designed. Very harmonious with the surroundings, understated and super comfy. If I’m gonna feel like a tourist, I may as well enjoy it.)