by Robin Rodig |
November 01, 2016
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Poor Niagara is right. Iguazu is what you would call magnificent. And I'm not sure I've ever used that term before except for maybe a magician's title. The force and power of the gushing water almost everywhere you turned were breathtaking. The roaring sound from below was deafening. The relentless spray along the walkable edges was amusingly wet. All framed by the lush vegetation of the jungle.
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by Robin Rodig |
October 29, 2016
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They say in Argentina that there is nothing a man is more loyal to than his football team. Hmm... no j judgment. The bond between a man and his football team is no joke. It's what he wants to talk about, participate in, and watch whenever possible. I was told the best way to chat with a local is to familiarize myself with the local football team as that will consume about one-third of the conversation! So you best believe I hung on every ounce of advice and direction from the local guide who chaperoned a small group of us outsiders to rivals' San Lorenzo vs. Estudiantes match like we were his daughter at freshmen Homecoming.
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by Robin Rodig |
October 25, 2016
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Argentina baby! The hefty U.S. midwest-sized country whose beefy brawn and big heart seem to find themselves in an endless tango. So tango, of course, was the first thing I sunk my teeth into arriving for a week in the capital of Buenos Aires. Well, that and a no-vegetarians-in-this-country flank steak. I salivated over both.
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Poor Niagara is right. Iguazu is what you would call magnificent. And I'm not sure I've ever used that term before except for maybe a magician's title. The force and power of the gushing water almost everywhere you turned were breathtaking. The roaring sound from below was deafening. The relentless spray along the walkable edges was amusingly wet. All framed by the lush vegetation of the jungle.
They say in Argentina that there is nothing a man is more loyal to than his football team. Hmm... no j judgment. The bond between a man and his football team is no joke. It's what he wants to talk about, participate in, and watch whenever possible. I was told the best way to chat with a local is to familiarize myself with the local football team as that will consume about one-third of the conversation! So you best believe I hung on every ounce of advice and direction from the local guide who chaperoned a small group of us outsiders to rivals' San Lorenzo vs. Estudiantes match like we were his daughter at freshmen Homecoming.
Argentina baby! The hefty U.S. midwest-sized country whose beefy brawn and big heart seem to find themselves in an endless tango. So tango, of course, was the first thing I sunk my teeth into arriving for a week in the capital of Buenos Aires. Well, that and a no-vegetarians-in-this-country flank steak. I salivated over both.