Drenched in Iguazu

We left the countless stray dogs of Salta for coatis, tiger herons, cappuchin monkeys, toucans, parrots, and armadillos of Iguazu Falls.

Sunshine and rainbows greeted us at Iguazu National Park. We hiked through the lush forest to the falls, took a boatride that literally soaked us (twice) under one of the waterfalls, fell in love with armadillos...all the while boasting of the unusually perfect weather, confident we would see most of the 500 animal species.

So naturally the next day we awoke to a major thunderstorm. But since we were leaving later that day, we had no choice but to hike to Garganta del Diablo (Devil`s throat).

Nothing can prepare you for the imposing sight and feel of Devil`s throat.

Legend has it that a jealous and wrathful god caused the riverbed to collpase in front of his beloved Naipur and her lover, producing a line of precipitous falls, forcing the girl to fall and turn into a rock at the base. Caroba, her lover, survived as a tree overlooking the rock. The intensity of that story is matched and captured by the thunderous, explosive, and drenching falls.

Overlooking this infinity of liquid, rain washing over you, mist from the falls gently caressing your face, you forget about the shaking cold and drenched body and only focus on the suddenly cleansed soul.