Argentina 2010

Our last day in Posadas, Misiones with our host brothers and sisters. We probably look so tired and crazy because this picture was taken around 4:00 am. We left that day around 8:00 am and never wanted to leave.

This is our whole group at the Jesuit ruins of San Ignacio, near the border of Brazil and Paraguay.
















The bridge to Paraguay from the Costinera (basically a boulevard right on the river) in Posadas.













Los Tres Frentes (three borders). The land across the river on the left is Paraguay, the hotel is Brazil, and we were in Argentina. Rivers were the Parana














Las cateratas de Iguazu (Iguazu falls). One of the most memorable sights on the trip.














The colorful buildings of La Boca, a part of Buenos Aires near the mouth of the Rio de la Plata.

















One of our many service projects. Here we spent the day at an orphanage, playing soccer, volleyball, and helping around the house.














Me and my host brother Guido.















Our hiking adventure with the other American kids on the trip. One girl infamously slipped and covered her leg half-way up in mud at this part.














My host brother Guido on the far left, and his two friends, Carlitos and Narrow on the left and right of me, respectively. We are in front of their school, Jansen Tecnico.














Another service project, we spent the day at a home for children with sight impediments. The kids there were amazing. For example, my little friend in this picture loved playing basketball and soccer (he was a goalkeeper) even though he was entirely blind.











The finished school room at the all boys home about and hour and a half drive from Posadas. I helped plant a vegetable garden, cook lunch, and clean the kitchen.















Freedom of speech in other countries is exhibited much more frequently. This was a march in protest to senior citizen health and job quality right across two of the biggest streets in Buenos Aires, Avenida de Mayo and 9 de Julio.












A very sad and emotional march held every Wednesday of every week since the late 70's for the "desaparecidos", husbands, wifes, and children who disappeared under the violent Argentine regime in the early 70's.











View from one of our hotel rooms, right on the corner of Avenida de Mayo and 9 de Julio. There are competitions to see if you can cross the whole street without stopping, which is both difficult and dangerous.