Our super quaint “hotel” in Iguazu Falls also included breakfast. Before I get into the actual items, the place was tiny – 10 rooms (I’d show you pictures, but those were on my friends’ cameras), but incredibly cheap. Our room allowed for probably 4 kids and 2 parents – we had only 4 girls – and it came out to $60 a night. No, not per person, total. There was a small pool with a few lounge chairs scattered about; necessary in the heat and humidity, we used it a few times actually, despite not being lounge type people (mostly after we got back from somewhere, feeling disgusting, we’d jump right in before heading to our room; all of the rooms open out facing the pool). The owner, Remy, was extremely friendly, nice, helpful, and always had great suggestions and ideas. His English was better than he thought- he hesitated sometimes despite us understanding him perfectly fine- and he had at his disposal a few very reasonably priced taxi drivers that were just, well, so warm and welcoming, even if their English wasn’t good enough to communicate fluently with us. Remy was totally awesome.
The room itself, I must add, was very rustic, hard beds, towel, bar of soap, and the bathroom – well, it had a sink, a toilet, and a shower, but no shower stall, just a drain in the middle of the floor and very low water pressure. It suited just fine for a couple of days, though, and I can’t say I was unhappy about what we got for the price we paid.
On our first morning, when we headed out to the breakfast area, we were served this huge basket of breads. The medialunas were decent; the other stuff, mostly passable and nothing interesting. After receiving the basket, each morning the woman (his wife or daughter? definitely family) would come and give us freshly squeezed orange juice, the best I have ever had; sweet, not at all sour/pucker your lips, and just delicious. She would also give us a dish of butter, then ask us if we wanted coffee or tea. Since I was getting a bit sick, as were some of the other girls, we mostly drank tea, but MD/PB had the coffee and said it wasn’t bad.
The second morning, our bread basket hadn’t any of the medialunas with jam on top, and I was mildly disappointed – the strawberry jam inside had been really good, not cloyingly sweet but not tart either, though very unevenly spread. But we soon discovered that inside these medialunas dusted with sugar hid…
Strawberry jam!!! Yay! These were delicious and I was happy. That’s pretty much what we ate for breakfast everyday in Iguazu Falls.
Yum, and I recommend this hotel if you’re into the rustic thing. Super rustic…
I leave you off with video footage of our bathroom; I filmed it because I was hoping to capture an interesting fact that turned out to be urban legend (and yes, that’s me, dorkily narrating; I’m a true dork and proud of it!).