I'm trying to write more often (but less lengthy) so bare with me.
I went to Uruguay last week with my friend Mira because she had to renew her visa and going to Uruguay is just what you do here. We took a Buquebus ferry to Colonia, the closest Uruguayan city to BsAs. The day was spectacularly perfect, which should have been no surprise since the previous day had been dark and wet (Mira's theory, which I subscribe to, is that the weather here is the opposite day after day--if today is nice tomorrow will be terrible).
Colonia is a very typical and cool, umm--surprise!--colonial town: cobblestone streets, old Spanish and Portuguese buildings, tons of foreigners, etc. We took a tour and touched the water which magically reminded me that I need to go to the beach. Plus, simply breathing unpolluted air and seeing streets devoid of people, cars and trash did much to remind me that getting out of the city is beneficial for both body and mind.
I'm planning a week-long trip to Uruguay (land of the Ramos clan!) and, specifically, Montevideo, which has been described by numerous people as a smaller and tranquil version of Buenos Aires, but with a beach. Souuuunds perfect: I'm all partied-out. It will be a welcomed break. Since I'll be so near I'm going to take a few days to explore (read: lay about with my feet in the sand) either Punta del Diablo or Cabo Polonia, small fishing/resort towns some kilometers (I'm going Metric, bitches!) to the north of Punta del Este.
Punta was a place I wanted to visit before coming down here but, honestly, I don't want to party and I don't want to deal with tons of tourists. I'm going to need all of my strength and health for my last week in Baires before starting the long trek north into Bolivia and, eventually, Peru, where I hope to again sit with feet in the sand, sipping ice-cold beers and eating seafood so fresh it will fight to get out of my mouth! SL
Thanks, I hope you got bare with me...get it? Well, at least I amused myself. Is this what Sarah Palin meant by gotcha journalism?!
I went to Uruguay last week with my friend Mira because she had to renew her visa and going to Uruguay is just what you do here. We took a Buquebus ferry to Colonia, the closest Uruguayan city to BsAs. The day was spectacularly perfect, which should have been no surprise since the previous day had been dark and wet (Mira's theory, which I subscribe to, is that the weather here is the opposite day after day--if today is nice tomorrow will be terrible).
Colonia is a very typical and cool, umm--surprise!--colonial town: cobblestone streets, old Spanish and Portuguese buildings, tons of foreigners, etc. We took a tour and touched the water which magically reminded me that I need to go to the beach. Plus, simply breathing unpolluted air and seeing streets devoid of people, cars and trash did much to remind me that getting out of the city is beneficial for both body and mind.
I'm planning a week-long trip to Uruguay (land of the Ramos clan!) and, specifically, Montevideo, which has been described by numerous people as a smaller and tranquil version of Buenos Aires, but with a beach. Souuuunds perfect: I'm all partied-out. It will be a welcomed break. Since I'll be so near I'm going to take a few days to explore (read: lay about with my feet in the sand) either Punta del Diablo or Cabo Polonia, small fishing/resort towns some kilometers (I'm going Metric, bitches!) to the north of Punta del Este.
Punta was a place I wanted to visit before coming down here but, honestly, I don't want to party and I don't want to deal with tons of tourists. I'm going to need all of my strength and health for my last week in Baires before starting the long trek north into Bolivia and, eventually, Peru, where I hope to again sit with feet in the sand, sipping ice-cold beers and eating seafood so fresh it will fight to get out of my mouth! SL
Thanks, I hope you got bare with me...get it? Well, at least I amused myself. Is this what Sarah Palin meant by gotcha journalism?!
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