This weekend we took our first excursion out of the city to Tigre, which is a city in Argentina about one hour north of Buenos Aires. This was one of my favorite weekends. Tigre is such a unique city with so much to see and do. Entering the city felt like we were transformed into a whole other world.
To start, Tigre is a canal city. Meaning that the northeast side of the city is made up of houses only accessible by boat or water on the Paraná Delta. The Paraná is a river that feeds into Rio de la Plata, otherwise known as the world’s second widest river, which then feeds into the South Atlantic Ocean.
We started our trip with a boat tour of the city. For me, I expected to discover a Venice-esque town with lots of tall buildings and skinny canals. Boy was I wrong. What I found was cabins and houses hidden in riverside forests. Honestly, I was reminded less of Venice and more of summer trips to the Lake of the Ozark’s in Missouri. Seriously.
In such an unexpected way, it was beautiful. The city made me want to hurry up and retire so I can move to a secluded home on the Delta north of Buenos Aires and hide away from the world in this little South American oasis.
We learned a lot about the city and the people there, and the lifestyle of the residents is wild. In order to grocery shop, one needs to put up a sign on their dock to signal the market boat stop by their house. To go to school, students are picked up from their docks by waterbus every morning and given a ride home in the afternoon.
After the boat tour, and because it was a Saturday, we visited the craft market on Puerto de Frutos. This area served as town’s old fruit harbor but is now home to dozens of shops selling anything from flowers to souvenirs to mate cups to street food. In my opinion, it was one of the cheaper markets I’d seen, with some very unique and authentic finds.
To end our day, we took a train ride back to the capital city, stopping in a few costal towns along the way. The first, –, was absolutely gorgeous. Unfortunately it’s so cold that at one point I thought I was going to have to amputate my toes due to frostbite, but I bet this would be the most perfect, chill, seaside getaway on a nice summer evening. I’ll add it to my to-do list when I revisit this beautiful country during the summer 🙂
We also stopped in — for a quick walk through a park, an antique fair, and an incredible view of the Buenos Aires skyline. We hopped back on the train and got off on the next stop for a coffee and medialunas at Bike & Coffee, which was the perfect last stop before heading home for the evening.
What are medialunas, you may ask?
Medialuna = the spanish word for “half moon” aka a heavenly, moist, sweet, croissant-like pastry that is served as a traditional breakfast or afternoon snack item in Argentina. Did I consume my weight in these delectable pastries on a weekly basis while in Argentina? You bet I did.
Oh, and did I mention that I did all of this with some of the most amazing adventure buddies by my side? Not only is it nice to have some English-speaking friends to help get through the struggle of living in a foreign country, but this group has already given me some amazing memories. My new pals sure do make my traveling heart happy.