There are a couple things that you should know about Iguazu Falls. First off, the waterfall is actually a set of 275 discrete falls and islands, spanning an edge of nearly 2 miles along the border of Brazil and Argentina. And second, words simply do not do it justice. With that in mind, I will let my words be few and my photos be many!
As a Thanksgiving tribute, I felt I should honor food with a blog post— specifically, in this case, Argentine cuisine. While you are probably skimming this with a full load of cranberry-soaked turkey in your belly, my singular goal with this blog is to make you more hungry.
On our last full day in Córdoba, we woke up early and walked to the bus station. About an hour outside of the city sat the little town of Alta Gracia. While the town housed notable artists and musicians over the years, the most famous (and controversial) former inhabitant was Che Guevara.
Argentina has a strange population distribution. Its largest city, Buenos Aires, is home to 13.5 million people. Córdoba is the second largest, with a population of 1.6 million. Jimi’s home city of Tucumán comes in sixth, at just under a million. But while the population of Córdoba is less than double that of Tucumán, the city feels ten times as big.
This little girl is named Jackie. She is nine years old, has five siblings, and is incredibly patient with me while I try and communicate in my elementary Spanish.
She also happens to live in one of the poorest neighborhood in Tucuman.
It’s Sunday. I am lazing in bed, watching football on my laptop, sipping hot coffee and eating a warm medialuna. Never in my life have I been able to do this combination of things. In the United States, I was either a) at church or b) at work on a Sunday morning. In honor of this life-changing experience, I have decided to write about all of the “Argentine things” that are no less than brilliant.
I saw Jimi grimace as I got out of the cab and onto the sidewalk downtown.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, concerned.