a few days too little
26.12.2006 - 30.12.2006 35 °C
What´s in a sunset? Shouldn´t be much. Happens everyday. The same sun, at more or less the same time. But sometimes one just captivates you every now and then, unleashes a wave of tranquility through the system. That would kinda describe the other day in Colonia. Riding a motoscooter down the beachside road, gazing at the fading sun. Stopping for a game of foosball on the side of the road, half an eye still focused on the reddish orange glow. And before you know it, you´re sprinting to the beach, part of you snapping 100 photos, the other half in complete peace with everything. Minutes later the sun disappears with the moment. You hear the noise around you again. You´re a little jaded. And your motoscooter is out of fuel and you have to push it a couple kilometres back up the road of familiarity.
The side trip to Uruguay has fully erased any regret that might still be lingering over heading to the coast instead of up north these few weeks. Colonia was spectacular...a sweet little throwback town, which we tore up on our dinky motorscooters that were somewhow louder than fighter jets. We were not impressing anyone with these things, just annoying the hell out of them with all the noise. Colonia was also our introduction to the Uruguayan obsession with meat (many will admit that the best carne and asado is in Uruguay). One of their traditional dishes is a chovito...a steak topped with ham, bacon, cheese, a fried egg, and garnished with fries. That, my friends, is a good meal. Some miscellaneous pictures:
The road out of Colonia took us to San Jose. This whole province of Uruguay isn´t even in any of our guidebooks. But it happens to be the hometown of my friend Ana who I worked with in Toronto. Unfortunately, she couldn´t make it home for the holidays but she was sweet enough to help arrange a visit for us nonetheless. So Ana, if you´re reading this, the rest of this post is dedicated to you. I gotta say that your sister and her family were the most gracious and hilarious people ever. You said the best asado is in Montevideo but our vote is for Hugo´s house in San José. Just because of the great time we had that first night with everyone, we changed our plans around and stayed another night there. And despite what your niece might tell you, we were not singing Britney Spears in a karaoke pub. Repeat, we were not! Thanks again Ana, hope you enjoy the pictures. My family is expecting you to make a visit out to Mississauga now.