On the plane, there was an article in the in-flight magazine all about how Uruguay is
(1) one of the world leaders in environmental issues. They are incredibly progressive with alternative power sources and the whole country is
(2)REALLY clean. And there are
(3) trashcans all over the place that were actually used! Then we got on the bus from the airport
(4) in an orderly fashion, meaning not having to elbow out old ladies and stepping over kids to get a seat (survival of the fittest in PY, I make no apologies), and they formed a LINE (!) and the bus was
(5) so clean, quiet, comfortable, and pleasant. Gliding silently over the
(6) shady streets, there was no black smoke spewing out the tailpipe, and there was a
(7) passenger limit that was obeyed (meaning no cramming people in like sardines until you can´t breath and having to be shoved into armpits and crotches whenever anyone needs to get off)! So in this extremely pleasant place, I was questioning the guy next to me about the country. How is Uruguay, I asked.
(8)Tranquilo, he said. And indeed, the entire time we were there, everyone we saw was super tranquilo,
(9) nice, super cool, and helpful. He also said that there was
(10) Public Healthcare and
(11) Free education through college. He said the worst thing was the
(12) weather because it got down to 2 degrees celsius sometimes in the winter (just to clarify, that´s at night, and still above freezing). He explained that it´s so cold like that since they´re
(13) on the ocean. Getting off the bus, we followed the
(14) correct directions to get to the hostel(yeah, they told the truth whether or not they know where something was), and then could explain it clearly in their
(15) correct Spanish with cool accents. We dropped our stuff off at the hostel (since there is
(16) tourism and culture, there are things like hostels), and walked around the city, amongst all the
(17) old architecture and pretty buildings. We passed lots of
(18) artisans selling handmade crafts and crossed streets in
(19) crosswalks, where the drivers waited because
(20) pedestrians have the right of way. (We never got used to this, so we kept hesitating at the curb, thinking they were going to run us down.) We passed lots and LOTS of
(21) hot guys, who
(22) didn´t catcall and yell about what they wanted to do to us, and lots of
(23) dads playing with and taking care of their kids.
Passengers standing Maximum 18
There was a Carnival parade while we were in Montevideo
This is the national dish of Uruguay, called Chivito, which I think means heart attack on a plate. It´s salad topped with potato salad, topped with french fries, topped with a burger, topped with ham, topped with cheese, topped with a fried egg, and of course mayo and garnishes. We ate many chivitos.
We did a lot of shopping. The things I bought here are spectacular.





After 2 days of that pleasantness, we decided to go to Punto del Diablo to visit some of the many
(24) beautiful beaches, where the
(25) sun was not too strong to stay out all day, but was still pleasant and warm, the sand was soft, and the cool water was shallow far out into to ocean, working on our
(26) tans (this concept does not exist in Paraguay, the slightest goldening of the skin is considered burnt), and watching people
(27) surfing. We hung out with some of the
(28) booming hippy population and they told us that
(29) pot is neither legal nor illegal in Uruguay, and that although
(30) everything seemed extremely orderly and controlled, the
(31) police were not jerks about stuff.


The houses at the beach had names. This means Armadillo in Guaraní...also vagina.
one of the many beachesAfter 4 days of that, I met back up with Liz and Meli (they´d gone to Punta del Este for a day, and I wanted to stay longer) and we went to Colonial, which is really old because apparently some people figured out a long time ago how awesome Uruguay is , and for the entire week that I was there, I marvelled at how well
(32) everything just WORKS. It´s a
(33) population of 3.5 million
(34) diverse people that maintain their tranquility while also
(35) giving a shit, and it shows.
Gate to Colonial
People were really tiny back then
This city was huge on Tile
Meli, Liz and me
We took the last flight possible leaving because none of us wanted to go. Arriving in Asunción at almost 1 am, we took an
-overpriced cab to our hotel, which had
-lost our reservation (never wrote it down), and trudged up to our room where we found
-the electricity didn´t work. I never should have gone on vacation, I said, because now I´m gonna see all the bad things I hadn´t noticed before about Paraguay. Liz started to say something comforting and positive, but then
-the bed she sat down on collapsed. Ahh, Paraguay.
PS- The next day, I was reminded of all the reasons I heart PY, again, and felt better, but to be fair, the charms of this country do no lie in its functioning.

Loved the report & the pictures!!
ReplyDeleteAhora yo quiero visitar Uruguay tambien! Cuando me fui a Camboriu me sentí un poco triste al volver a Paraguay porque Camboriu tiene cultura y playas, y diversidad y esta muy limpia y todo eso...pero despues de un ratito volví a apreciar todo lo que es Paraguay. Es como Paraguay tiene algun poder secreto que nos hace amarlo. =)
ReplyDeleteYour muse has definately found her way home.
ReplyDeleteLove you!
Mom