Day 5 - View from a Toilet

Our hotel room had a balcony to enjoy the view, plus full sliding glass doors to enjoy the view from inside the room.  Of course, I felt it was necessary to capture ALL the views from our room, so please enjoy the view of the falls from one sitting on the toilet.  The glass bathroom wall made for a picturesque view, but made normal bathroom activities a bit more, well, communal.

As this was another travel day today to get us back to Buenos Aires, after breakfast, we drove back to the airport, dropped off our rental car, and waited for our flight in the small Iguazu airport.  Now if Damon & I each have one Achilles heal, Damon’s is his inability to deal with extreme heat, and mine is the extreme fear of not having access to a bathroom due to what I can only guess is having been born with a bladder the size of a peanut. 

The airport did not have or chose not to turn on the AC and was sweltering.  With nowhere to go and nowhere to sit, people just gathered by the gate generating body heat.  Damon was not a happy camper until we got on the plane.  The plane ride was uneventful; we landed on time, which was perfect because guess who needed a restroom.  But then my worst nightmare.  We sat on the tarmac for an additional 20-25 minutes because there was a thunderstorm that somehow meant we couldn’t get a gate.  By the time we got a gate, I could barely see straight.  Everyone crammed the aisles waiting to get off the plane and it took close to 15 minutes for the flight team to get the jet bridge attached.  By that time, I was near tears and for the first time in my life, I pushed past about 30 people waiting in the aisle saying only “sorry” and “bano” until I got to the lav at the front of the plane.  Hey - it’s not like I’ll ever see any of them again! 

We arrived at our hotel around 4pm – the Park Hyatt in downtown Buenos Aires.  Anyone who knows me knows I’m a completely loyal and devoted Hyatt customer.  I have top status and enough points for us to stay for free when we travel (again, thank you Thomson Reuters) – so in we walk, gross, sweaty, probably smelly, into this gorgeous hotel and they look up our reservation and still treat us like royalty!  We were upgraded to a room with a huge balcony and we had a bottle of wine and a huge container of macaroons waiting for us.  I LOVE Hyatt.

We had been running around so much that we took the rest of the afternoon to chill out.  And by chill out, I mean that both of us had our computers open and were working.  It is hard to escape the life we have to go back to…  but since it was raining outside, we didn’t feel too bad. 

Our evening plans included a dinner/Tango show which was fun to watch.  The show we chose did the evolution of Tango from the early 1900’s to present and included song, dance and live music.  It was interesting to see how the music, clothes, hair and dance evolved over time.   On our way back to the hotel room following the show, I was experimenting in the hallway with my version of Tango, naturally I nailed it.  Damon, the ever-supportive husband, gave me a glowing review, “that wasn’t a bad start – you stayed upright”.