The Great Race through Argentina

Thats exactly what it has felt like. We never know when it is Monday or Friday, what city we are in or where we just came from. I think I last wrote you all in Cordoba. Since then we have traveled to Rosario, Buenos Aires, the Iguaza Falls and we are currently in the north western tip of Argentina in a town called...hold on let me check...Tilcara.

All of this rush in the anticipation of Bolivia. Living in the moment has neve been my strong suit. I tend to always see the future. In fairness, I am not a big dweller in the past but i am always looking for the next golden nugget that the future promises. However, we have managed to enjoy our time but we have had some things working against us. It is the middle of inter break in Argentina right now so all the spots are spilling with persons and the World Cup was going on so things were shut down.

Buenos Aires was filled with rain and tantrums in the showers, snobby and unhappy Argentines. The city was vast and stuffy with no room to breath. However the odds and end markets were like walking in to the turn of the century shops that were just a little dusty. I took advantage of the grey day and walked amidst giant tombs where Evita , herself was buried. The monuments also out did almost any others that I have seen. okay, except for maybe Paris.

Rosario was like a dream come true in a few ways. There is a great river running through the city that is wide as the day is long with marshes amidst. So all the museums and parks were along the little boardwalk thing along the river wich was sweet. And the Chinese love Rosario and Rosario has vegetarians so the Chinese open up little veggie resaurants with fake meat galore... The down side, all the art that everyone raved about was not for our eyes due to the holiday and Indepence day. So it was a lot of walking across the city from one part to the next only to find closed doors.

Iguazu Falls, after the 17 hour bus ride to get there, blew us away. There must not be such a mass of cascades anywhere in the world. The first steps in to the majestic beauty was breath taking. There were droves of people but the power was so great it was as though that drowned out the masses. I wish i could say my camera did it justice but i could only be so lucky. the beauty even had me daydreaming of my camera slipping down in to the white mist below me. all i could think of was how beautiful the death of that object...

and now, i sit typing after a thirty hour continual journey on buses in my new dorky pants with my woolen socks on. this place of Tilcara is precious and small. this area of argentina is all the natives with rounder browner faces and lots of bow legs and smiles. it snowed on the way up so we are gaining more closes for it is 20 degrees below celcius in bolivia which we shall pass in to two or three days.

just a little brief synopsis of the past 10 days or so. i will write again later when i dont have soup going and people waiting on the only computer. excuse all my messy errors. i havent the time for revising. love you all...