Tigre, Argentina

We spent about 12 days in Buenos Aires in mid February, 2013 with Grandpa Milt. One day we took a commuter train from the beautiful old BA train station (now if all of Buenos Aires looked like that building it might have been a pretty city!) north to the town of Tigre on the banks of the extensive delta of the Rio Plate. We boarded the  beautiful wooden water buses and set out. We rode on the bus for about 1/2 hour before getting out on a island that had a long walking loop around it, a couple restaurants, the local public school, and lots of muddy river water sloshing around it. The restaurant had one of the better meals we ate in Argentina. And we even got to see a witch:)

Water bus along the canals out of Tigre

Awesome sculpture of a witch hitting a electric pole.

Sculls and motorboats cruised by every few minutes

The path the lead around the island, most of the time the path was  leading you right along lots of cute little vacation houses.

Bus stop

Don't throw stones at glass houses, or is it don't throw stones at houses in glass boxes?
The first house built in the deltas, and now preserved in a box. 

Most docks were private, but thanks to some local advice we found the dock of the public school and enjoyed swimming in the muddy thick water. It was another ridiculously hot day. 

Owen going in

Avery debating getting in the "gross" water, but she did it. Couldn't resist the fun Dad and Owen were having, plus the ability to cool off!

Poetry

 A Fall Caribou Hunt with Dad

By Avery Mozen

Lakes and hills of the tundra

Where the wind winds around ya

The ground is made of still fire

The purple bushes rise higher

The blueberries of cold flame

The cranberries of hot color

Swans up-high graceful in flight

Not a caribou in sight

I decide to climb a hill

Now up high we see our fill

This is were beauty stands still

As we sit there watching 

(First Place Award for Level 7/8

Descriptive Poetry Contest

Focus Homeschool May 2013)

The American Plains by
Owen Mozen

The American Plains 

where the buffalo roam,

 the American plains
that the Crow call home. 

The American Plains 

where the gold grass grows, 

where the white wolf howls

 and the raven crows. 

Where the prairie dogs chatter,

 and the antelope race. 

Where the grizzly fights
to keep his space. 

Where the fox pounces
on a furry vole,
before it can get
to its sacred hole.
And may these things

 happen for ever more,

 and frolic by the river shore. 

(Second Place Award for Level 3/4
Descriptive Poetry Contest
Focus Homeschool May 2013)