Oh. My. Blog.

Sixteen hours on a bus there.
Sixteen hours on a bus back.

Yeah, we rocked it.

Iguazu Falls swallows any other waterfall I've ever seen. I kinda had the urge to jump into it. I don't know why. It seemed like it'd be fun. But I didn't.

Words don't do this wonder justice. Heck, photos hardly do, but here are some to look at anyway. And if you want more info on the falls, consult my little friend Wiki.

Headed home tomorrow. As in flying to Florida. Two months. Over. After an nine-hour plane ride. Holy crap. Giddy-up!

*** See update below****
Garganta del Diablo
I have nothing to say except I love the clouds in this pic. Oh, the falls are nice, too. Fun fact: Garganta del Diablo means "throat of the devil."

***UPDATED*** [March 1, 5:55pm]
If you are wondering why this post looks all wonky, it's because... how do I say this? It was because it was written at like 2am in the morning after two margaritas, one Argentine version of a vodka gimlet and a beer Mark made me drink. I remember exiting a bar screaming the words to Bon Jovi's "Living on a Prayer." Evidently, Mark and I were the only two who knew any of the words. Woke up this morning with a horrible headache.

So, there you have it: I was busted blunking. Yes, I was blogging drunk. I am ashamed and have made a mental note to not attempt to upload pictures and/or update blog after two or more drinks.