Tigre means Tiger

With great excitement, we took our first day-trip a few weekends ago with our roommates, Aimee & Chris, to Tigre, a small town on the edge of the Paraná Delta. (Total length: 200 miles of watery, islandy mazes!) Tigre means tiger, of which there are none, and never were any, here. There were, however, jaguars, which they called tigers, and named this town after. Aimee, Chris, Cutter, and I skipped the town and hopped straight on a boat into the Delta.

It was the first weekend of spring, and what a beautiful weekend it was. Feliz Primavera! Look at that beautiful brown water!! Actually, after 2 months in Buenos Aires, this was quite nice.

Peaaaazzzz

Cutter is pumped. The water is splashing, the sun is shining...

Just look at those azealeas. We disembarked a good ways in at the island of Rama Negra. Here, we began our hike to Alpenhaus, the German restaurant in the middle of the Argentine Delta. Of course.

One of the best parts of the Delta is the dogs. Just chillin with a beer on the dock. Walking around on bridges, takin' a swim, visiting other islands and dog friends, generally frolicking.

There are many strange pads in the Detla. Here is a cool one. Nice gazebo!

We arrive just in time for lunch at Alpenhaus. Give me schnitzel!!!

Sun + German Beer + Large Sampler Platter of German sausages, potato salad, pickles, cheeses, etc. = ... this unflattering picture of Cutter and Aimee having a GREAT time. 

Top it all off with apfel strudel.

After an extended lunch, we continued our wanderings on Rama Negra. Oh glorious flowers!

Muy romantico.

Our best dog friend leading the way across the Kissing Bridge.

Nearly 6... the next boat-bus is on its way to pick us up.

But not before we select this house to purchase.

Not this one.

The boat ride back to Tigre. A splendid day! And a great respite from the hustle and bustle of the city.

Up next: COLONIA, URUGUAY!