We were up very early to catch a flight to Iguazu Falls. We were a little nervous that the airline would have a problem with one of our suitcases which weighs slightly over 50 pounds but they didn’t say a word. The flight was uneventful.
When we arrived in Iguazu, we rented a car and drove about 2 hours to Puerto Rico. We went through two police checkpoints. We didn’t have to stop at the first one and at the second one we told the police officer that we don’t speak any Spanish and she just waved us through. We think they are looking for drugs coming from Brazil or Paraguay.
Once in Puerto Rico we couldn’t find the hotel and ended up driving up and down the Main Street several times. Finally we found it and got checked in. We had come to Puerto Rico because Rick’s cousin, Ingrid, lives there. Rick’s great grandfather was Swiss and had seven sons. Several of them including Rick’s grandfather went to Prussia and Ingrid’s father, Adolph, came to Argentina in 1937. Rick’s grandfather and Adolph were brothers and the two brothers married two sisters. If you are following this, Rick’s grandmother and Ingrid’s mother were sisters. This cousin is Lily’s aunt. For those of you that followed our Spain trip, you may remember we met Lily when we stayed at Irene’s (another cousin) condo in Denia, Spain. Lily’s twin brother and Ingrid’s nephew, Roberto, who lives in Basel, Switzerland, was visiting Ingrid. I guess we had met him in 2010 at the family reunion but I met a lot of people that day. Bottom line the Mansers are taking over the world. 😉
Ingrid and Roberto showed up at the hotel just as we were leaving to come to them. We tried to go to lunch but the restuarant was closed so we ended up at the local Shell station for empanadas. Seemed a little weird but we went with it. After lunch, Roberto showed us around the town.
Eventually we ended up at Ingrid’s house which was a small two bedroom house. We reviewed the family genealogy and talked some more. Actually Rick talked to Ingrid and Roberto in German and I tried to follow along. My German is worse than my Spanish which is really bad. Here’s a picture of the four of us.
We came back to our hotel to follow the Patriots game. Go Pats!!
Then we met for dinner (at 8:30 and we were one of the first people at the restaurant, I told you they eat late). We had a great dinner and great conversation (I think) with them.