
Here we are at the Buenos Aires Temple, beautiful, gray, soon to be enlarged.

Some sights of the city, here a statue in the midst of the busy roads.
Here a professional dog walker. They sometimes put the dogs in an enclosure in the park to play, then when they need to go they collect them back together like this. I'm surprised the dogwalker gets the same dogs he came in with.
A beautiful little white church with ancient Gregorian chant music inside where priests used to learn such things.
A large cemetery called Recolleto. This is Evita Peron's mausoleum, remember, from the musical Evita. Lots of interesting history in Argentine politics. Some of it still occurring today. A large demonstration by farmers against the government just before we got there.
Their White House is actually pink, and beautiful.
Colorful houses from a section of the city near the waterfront called La Boca. Here is an artists' colony of sorts, with the story that after captains painted their boats they brought the leftover paint here and painted the houses. Very delightful, very hip. Like the Left Bank in Paris during the sixties, or like Prague and the Karlsbruecke in the nineties. A place I could happily fritter away my days writing stories of interesting locals.
More of my favorite section of town, La Boca. It means "the mouth," because the river flows into the bay near here.
We flew to the north to where the Brazilian border, the Paraguayan border and the Argentine border meet. The place is spectacular, called Iguazu Falls. Huge, beautiful, thunderous, delightful. This is a picture of "The Devil's Throat. We stood right there and felt it all. Amazing!
It took us all day to see the falls from several different hiking vantage points. At the end we got into a rubber boat, covered ourselves in plastic, put our shoes in a large bag they provided, and rode with 30 other foolish people to the base of the falls. Soaking wet and screamingly delighted. I couldn't see anything though because my glasses were covered with water. But it felt fun!
The night we stayed in our hotel in Iguazu Falls we had an absolute torrent of a rainstorm complete with thunder and lightning. They reminded us that this is a rain forest and it falls from the sky in hundreds (maybe thousands) of inches a year. It was some storm!
A little street in Iguazu.
On Saturday we went to Pilar, a suburb of Buenos Aires to visit my former student Alin Spannaus and his wife Andrea and two daughters. They invited two other families who had gone with us all to Jerusalem two years ago, Andre and Sandra, and Pablo and Laura. Such beautiful people.
Alin cooked beef, chicken, pork, bratwurst, and bloodwurst on the barbecue for us. Marvelous, though even after all my years in Germany I can't do the bloodwurst yet.