Buenos Aires is the home of the tango.

The tango is such a stylized dance and it has a definite Latin flavor. Men with their hair slicked back and their shoulders held firm, move strongly and gracefully with partners wearing black, net-laced stockings and their hair pulled back.

The tango show sizzled with emotion and sexuality. I felt like a voyeur watching the beautiful couples in this glorious dance.

We traveled to the famous Plaza de Mayo. It was here that the desperate mothers whose children had disappeared, paraded with signs and pictures hoping for the return or news of their children.

Close to the Plaza is the presidential palace, Casa Rosada. It is a pink harmless looking building, which was the center of much strife and horror. While everything is good and pleasant now, a huge inflation ripped the country apart not long ago.

The widest boulevard in the world, Avenida 9 de Julio is impressive. That is why Buenos Aires has justifiably been called the "Paris of South America."

We said goodbye (hasta la vista) to Buenos Aires and flew in one hour and 45 minutes to Iguassu Falls. I had never heard much about these falls, but "wow" was I surprised, delighted and overwhelmed at the power and beauty.

The Falls separate Argentina and Brazil. They are not such cordial neighbors, especially on the soccer fields. We stayed on the Argentine side in the Hotel Cataratas. This National Park hotel had an exquisite view of the falls. H. Stern, the international jeweler, had a store in the hotel lobby. At those prices we kept our credit cards in our pockets. His stores were everywhere we traveled to. He is still alive and spunky and lives in Rio de Janeiro.

The trip to the falls was part by open railroad car and part by foot over a grated walkway. Butterflies of various and beautiful designs and color escorted us in the trek to the falls. The roar of rushing water told us we were approaching the falls. Next the spray of the mist was both refreshing and spiritual. These were multiple falls, 270 in all and each had its own name, "The Two Sisters," "Adam and Eve" and "Devils Throat" were among the names the natives gave to this gorgeous panorama.

We all stand in awe of natural wonders. Iguassu Falls were a sight never to be forgotten.

On to Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. Goodbye to the tango and hello to the samba.