When today I am at work sitting at the screen of my computer and I look out the window and I only see the buildings of the financial center of Dublin, I try to teleport - even if only mentally - to those beautiful places that I visited during my travels.
One of those places to which I travel regularly is the Iguazu waterfalls, located on the shared border of Brazil, Argentina and Paraguay.
I fell in love with the very young place, when I saw it in the movie The mission -with Robert de Niro and Jeremy Irons playing Jesuit monks- and I have visited it a couple of times, impressing both the first and the second. It is a place that hypnotizes you. You can watch the water fall for hours.
To me, one of the things that always fascinated me the most is to see with meekness that the water of Paraná is approaching the spectacular fall of the Devil's throat -or any of the others- to rush into the void with an enormous force. I always thought about jumping the platform fence and standing in the river to take a picture near the hill cut. I'm sure you can stay there, a meter or two from the fall, without the water dragging you. It would be an amazing photo, although you don't see the same thing anymore.
Iguazú is a perfect place to let your imagination fly and think about how everything was when the first man discovered it in the middle of all that jungle vegetation, in those lands taken by force from the natives. I imagine that the jungle longs for those times. And I feel part of it when I travel with my thoughts.