Iguazu Falls, divided by the border of Argentina and Brazil, is made up of 274 waterfalls along a 2.7 kilometre stretch of the Iguazu River.
Puerto Iguazu really only has two seasons - hot and super, crazy hot.
Luckily, when my husband, Grant, and I are there, it's only the hot season.
But still, temperatures soar into the high 30s every day.
Iguazu Falls, surrounded by rain forest, is one of the seven natural wonders of the world, and are shared by Argentina and Brazil.
During the rainy season, November through March, the falls reach about 450,000 cubic feet per second pouring over the edge.
The water level was high while we were there in January, so we were unable to catch a boat out to an island below the falls.
The falls consist of 274 waterfalls along 2.7 kilometres of the Iguazu River, with the highest falls reaching 100 metres and the average about 80 metres.
As you enter Iguazu Falls National Park, you hear the boom of the waterfalls long before you see them.
After taking the Disney-like train to get close, and trek for a kilometre on a walkway over the water, you see the mist well before you see the falls.
They have done a remarkable job of creating walkways over the falls so you can literally be on top of them.
There are also many more walkways through the rain forest.
There's an average of 6,000-7,000 guests per day to the falls, and believe me, it was crazy busy and crowded.
Being January, most of the crush was Argentineans who like to take their holidays then.
Argentineans also vacation a lot in their own country because government restrictions limit foreign travel and make it difficult for citizens to change currency to holiday out of the country.
On the last day in Puerto Iguazu, we did the traditional zip-lining through the rain forest.
I'm not afraid of heights, but seriously reconsidered after climbing those frail, high, crudely-made stairs to the top of the rain forest.
We also did a hike into a tiny set of falls that everyone rappelled over and got soaking wet.
Which brings us to the issue of what the water looks, and smells like, here.
It's all murky and usually smells at least a little like sewer.
But that didn't stop the rapellers, who were being deliberately soaked by their guides.
There are few English speakers in this part of Argentina, but those that do love to try their English out on you.
That's how we met a little girl post-rappell, who chatted to us non-stop, showing off the English she's learning at school.
Our vehicle for the day was a canopied open-air safari-type vehicle.
Only after driving the red dirt roads and getting my white T-shirt and tan shorts ridiculously dirty, did our guide tell me no one in Puerto Iguaza owns light-coloured clothing for this very
reason.
The red dirt really likes to adhere to sunblock, bug spray and sweat.
We were were wearing sunblock and bug spray in liberal quantities and sweating in the heat and humidity, so showers before a massage back at the hotel were in order.
But the red dirt isn't that easy to get rid of.
Post-massage showers also left red dirt on the white towels we used to dry ourselves.
After a flight back to Buenos Aires we arrived to perfect morning weather.
The locals were grumbling how cold it was, but we loved it after the heat and humidity of Puerto Iguazu.
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