“I’ve always wanted to go to Brazil!” My bride, JoAnn, of only several months, then offered, “Well, let’s go!” I had just found out that she had been a tour guide at the famous and largest falls in the world, Iguazu Falls. During one of her “escapes” from teaching, and taking a year’s leave of absence, she had explored numerous countries of South America. Running low on finances, she found a position teaching English to tour guides in Foz do Iguazu, near the famous falls. Rich English tourists convinced the tour company the need for an English speaking guide. She was hired. Lucky me, married to a tour guide! We had flown from Miami, stopping in Sao Paulo, Brazil’s largest city. What an amazing place – from the top of the 46 story Italia sky-scraper, I looked over 360 degrees of all white buildings, mostly apartment buildings. Big cities, however, are somewhat overwhelming to this country boy, so we took another air hop south to Iguazu country. It was difficult for me to stay in my seat and not jump through the plane’s window when I spotted the airport, Itaipu Dam and Iguazu Falls from the air, only a few miles apart. The city of Foz do Iguazu was about half way between. The area, known as “Tres Frontiers” is where the countries of Paraguay, Argentina, and Brazil meet, where the Iguazu and Parana rivers flow together.
Iguazu Falls, both known as the largest in the world, Itaipu at 8 kilometers, now is eclipsed by China’s Three Gorges Dam. Iguazu incorporates 275 separate falls, part on the Argentine side and part on the Brazil side of the Iguazu River.
On our first walk around the falls (both sides, 3 miles) JoAnn, ahead of me, down the trail, shouted, “Bill, look at this!” Taking pictures with my movie camera I later described that magic moment in the following poem: