This summer, torrential rain was highly unusual in Rio de Janeiro. We spent the whole morning watching the rain pour on and on. By noon, nothing was improving unless somebody called raindrops the size of bird pellets growing to the size of golf balls "improving."
We missed the tour bus in the morning, so Mom and I decided to set out on our own and explore the Brazilian capital, which was created ex nihilo in the country's center in 1960. The glaring sun burned my neck as my mom and I walked around the Monumental Axis of Brasil
To start the day, Mom and I were treated to a breakfast banquet in a Brazilian style, featuring everything from ham to an ice cream cake, at Hotel das Cataratas. Like its neighbors, Chilean and Argentine cuisine, Brazilian cuisine also looked delightful in South America.
The calm wind blew in my face as a ferryboat zipped along the water, docking at the beach of San Martin Island. San Martín was a small, lush island in Argentina's Iguazu National Park, offering the closest views of the falls. The island was rough and strenuous to cli