I went to Iguazu for a couple days with my mom. That and reading some books is what kept me off writing blogs. Really reading just shuts me off from the rest of the world. The 2 hour delay on my flight is what made me search for the second book online. But I mean, who can just stop at the second book when it leaves off so suspenseful and there are several following books. So Tahlia problems, #Tahliaprobz.

Anyway, since I got behind as always, we’re going to start from my last day in Iguazu, right before I went back to Buenos Aires.

If we really want to do this backwards, right before we left we decided to chill. We refers to my mother an myself. She came to visit me for around a week. Remember because I’m special and awesome. Back to the point, chilling. And the sun was out. So we grabbed a couple of chairs and chilled in the sun. She helped me out with some french, that’s one of the languages on my list of many languages. English, downish. Spanish, mostly down. What’s going to be next?

Apparently knitting was actually next. I had my journal but I couldn’t think of the words to write. Since mother dearest was working on a knitting piece which involved 2 sets of needles and several colors, I bugged a set of needs off her, a color and she taught me how to knit and pearl, the basket weave, garter knit and stocking knit as well as others. Ugh I feel like such an old lady writing that.

On the bright side there was this cat that was keeping us company more or less.

Look at the baby
Look at the baby

And there were a bunch of pretty butterflies. I guess they liked the sun too.
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Apparently the 2 of them didn’t like each other.

At least the cat just wanted to eat them
At least the cat just wanted to eat them

I swear though. I got close enough where one of a butterfly’s legs was on my finger, it was licking my hand and just as i was getting it fully on my hand, the cat pounced. I swear, felines are definitely attention whores. Damn it cat.

Backwards even further.

Last part of our adventure trip, canopying or ziplining. Whatever you want to call it. Four sets of beams, 3 ropes in the jungle. It felt like we were speeding through a tunnel of trees as we were whipped across the line with only ourselves and twisting our bodies or hands to slow us down enough to not crash into the giant sacks waiting for us at the end to cushion our fall just in case.

Station 3
Station 3
Okay my eyes aren't working properly, do I see a station in these trees, if so, station 2
Okay my eyes aren’t working properly, do I see a station in these trees, if so, station 2
Station 1, climbing up, up and away
Station 1, climbing up, up and away

The second activity, which was before the last in case you forgot we’re going backwards was an adventure small hike.

Giant ant, apparently there are ones a lot bigger
Giant ant, apparently there are ones a lot bigger

Butterfly in the jungle
Butterfly in the jungle
Nature is cool not fez
Nature is cool not fez

That was short, cute, not grueling and not that interesting to talk about.

However the final and first activitiy to discuss is quite interesting.

It is…

RAPELLING!!!

We rapelled down a supposed 25 meter wall…it was definitely shorter to get down to the bottom. Had it not been for the water level and current that destroyed the platform, we would have done it down a waterfall. On the bright side, we remained dry. By the way, did I mention my mom’s scared of heights and I’m an adreneline junkie. Too small for me, too big for her. We both ended up doing it. Me first, her nearly last in a group of 7 people.

Safety first!!
Safety first!!
Giving birth to an orange string
Giving birth to an orange string
Falling into the pit of darkness
Falling into the pit of darkness
She's getting readiy to do this (Btw this is my mommy)
She’s getting readiy to do this (Btw this is my mommy)
Ahhh nooo!!!!!
Ahhh nooo!!!!!
She follows me into darkness
She follows me into darkness

Backwards will be right back.

I mean I didn’t even stop to read in the middle of writing this post. There’s hope for me yet.

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