We are just leaving Ushuaia, on Tierra del Fuego, in Argentina, we have had a great cruise so far…
Our ports:
Puerto Montt – we visited a small town called Fruitallar, another town called Puerto Varas
Puerto Chacabuco – very small town, we got a taxi and rode to a waterfall, looked at a cool pedestrian bridge, played in the river…
Punta Arenas – awesome! Penguins!
Ushuaia – we went on a train ride to Tierra del Fuego national park, it was beautiful.
We’ve also seen glaciers, the Straits of Magellan, the Beagle Channel, tomorrow we go around Cape Horn, where the Atlantic, Pacific, and Antarctic Oceans meet. It’s going to be cool! The sun has been setting really late, tonight official sunset time was 10:47 PM. It’s very weird, but cool. I never actually thought that I would see this part of the world.
We have three more stops before Buenos Aires: the Falkland Islands, Puerto Madryn, and Montevideo…I hope that we can find some cool things to do in those ports. I will post photos in a bit…
Monday, January 28, 2008
Saturday, January 19, 2008
The Voice
Last Sunday while we were at church Noah was feeling a little bit crazy. He was having a hard time being quiet, and a harder time holding still. He couldn’t stay in our bench and kept going back and forth from our bench to the family behind us. When he wasn’t doing this he was climbing all over the bench. Basically, he was loud and distracting. While I was sitting and trying to listen to the speaker, Noah yelled, “Mom! Listen to me!” I turned to look at him, and he had both of his fingers in his ears. I thought he was trying to plug his ears so he didn’t have to listen to the speaker, or to me telling him to be quiet. Instead he said, “Something is wrong with my ears. I can still hear the voice.” I suppose that when he is misbehaving and deliberately doing what I told him not to do, he can claim that “the voice” told him to do it.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Happy Birthday Noah!
Today is Noah's birthday, he is now four years old. He is the funniest, craziest boy in our family. He asked for a Nintendo DS, which we didn't get for him, because I thought he was too little. So we bought these crazy chairs/hats/pool toys/scoops/step stools for the crazy boy!
We went to dinner at one of his favorite restaurants, La Paulista, and then had chocolate cake and ice cream.
He loves all of his gifts, especially the truck that turns into an ape. And the really big shark, and the other truck, and the Diego stuff...and where's his DS?
Happy Birthday, Noah!
We went to dinner at one of his favorite restaurants, La Paulista, and then had chocolate cake and ice cream.
He loves all of his gifts, especially the truck that turns into an ape. And the really big shark, and the other truck, and the Diego stuff...and where's his DS?
Happy Birthday, Noah!
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Buenos Aires
Two days after Christmas we got in the Suburban and drove to Buenos Aires. Kevin has a friend and collegue who lives there and offered his house to us while he was spending the holidays in the United States. It was very generous, we really wanted to visit, and so we took advantage of his offer, hoping that we (or he) didn't live to regret it.
We were happy that the roads were good, and the countryside was pretty. It looked like the Midwest: flat, fields, farms. There were fields full of sunflowers that were beautiful. Acres and acres of golden yellow happiness. If I ever become a farmer, I will grow sunflowers. I'll tell my friends, "I grow sunflowers, rainbows, and happiness, right here next to my unicorn ranch." How awesome would that be?
Anyway, we drove from Asunción to Rosario, Argentina, where we spent the night in a Holiday Inn, ate at McDonald's, and heard a rumor of a Subway. We also left Noah's blankey in the hotel, "my favorite blankey, with frogs, that cost four hundred dollars!" It didn't cost quite that much, but it does have some sentimental value. I didn't discover it missing until we were a half an hour outside Buenos Aires and Kevin was not going to turn around to go and get it. Fortunately, when we called, the hotel had the blanket, and we were able to retrieve it on the drive home. Noah rode with it over his head the whole drive home, he was so happy to get it back.
Buenos Aires was fun, it is a beautiful city, with plazas, and green space, and statues, and cool old buildings. We visited the Casa Rosada, where I really wanted to go and sing from the balcony, "Don't Cry for Me, Argentina." The boys told me that I couldn't and shouldn't. We also saw Eva Peron's grave in the cemetary at La Recoleta. It was an old cool cemetary, with vaults made of marble, granite, and a colony of wild looking cats. I could have wandered in that cemetary for hours. We visited La Boca, a colorful, fun place, with street tango dancers, cool arts and crafts, and painted buildings. We drove on the the widest street in the world, Avenida 9 de Julio, past the Boca Juniors soccer stadium, and alongside the Rio de la Plata. We took a trip to a zoo, swam in the pool at the house, and had a relaxing time. It was a good trip, and traveling to Buenos Aires from Asunción is like taking a time machine from the past to the present. The internet was fast, the people (mostly) obeyed the traffice rules, and the streets were mostly smooth, wide, and nice. One thing I have noticed while visiting South American cities is that the painted traffice lanes seem to be a guideline at best. Where there are four lanes in the road, the drivers make five or six. I asked Kevin if maybe I was approaching the whole painted lanes issue completely wrong, and that instead of assuming that we were supposed to be between the lines, we should be straddling them.
We were happy that the roads were good, and the countryside was pretty. It looked like the Midwest: flat, fields, farms. There were fields full of sunflowers that were beautiful. Acres and acres of golden yellow happiness. If I ever become a farmer, I will grow sunflowers. I'll tell my friends, "I grow sunflowers, rainbows, and happiness, right here next to my unicorn ranch." How awesome would that be?
Anyway, we drove from Asunción to Rosario, Argentina, where we spent the night in a Holiday Inn, ate at McDonald's, and heard a rumor of a Subway. We also left Noah's blankey in the hotel, "my favorite blankey, with frogs, that cost four hundred dollars!" It didn't cost quite that much, but it does have some sentimental value. I didn't discover it missing until we were a half an hour outside Buenos Aires and Kevin was not going to turn around to go and get it. Fortunately, when we called, the hotel had the blanket, and we were able to retrieve it on the drive home. Noah rode with it over his head the whole drive home, he was so happy to get it back.
Buenos Aires was fun, it is a beautiful city, with plazas, and green space, and statues, and cool old buildings. We visited the Casa Rosada, where I really wanted to go and sing from the balcony, "Don't Cry for Me, Argentina." The boys told me that I couldn't and shouldn't. We also saw Eva Peron's grave in the cemetary at La Recoleta. It was an old cool cemetary, with vaults made of marble, granite, and a colony of wild looking cats. I could have wandered in that cemetary for hours. We visited La Boca, a colorful, fun place, with street tango dancers, cool arts and crafts, and painted buildings. We drove on the the widest street in the world, Avenida 9 de Julio, past the Boca Juniors soccer stadium, and alongside the Rio de la Plata. We took a trip to a zoo, swam in the pool at the house, and had a relaxing time. It was a good trip, and traveling to Buenos Aires from Asunción is like taking a time machine from the past to the present. The internet was fast, the people (mostly) obeyed the traffice rules, and the streets were mostly smooth, wide, and nice. One thing I have noticed while visiting South American cities is that the painted traffice lanes seem to be a guideline at best. Where there are four lanes in the road, the drivers make five or six. I asked Kevin if maybe I was approaching the whole painted lanes issue completely wrong, and that instead of assuming that we were supposed to be between the lines, we should be straddling them.
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