Somos Vagos

I'm in Uruguay and to be honest, loving it. Its been filled with spanish, fires, friends, puppies, beach, music, sunsets, meat, mate, turtles, dead whales, and crappy bagged cookies. 

Traveling is the best form of education. That being said, photos can say the rest. 

Meat. Its whats for dinner. Every night. 

 

Iván cooking asado in Punta Rubia.

This here is my job in Montevideo. I clean turtles, shove tubes down their throats to force feed em, study them, and hang out. I can't believe I'm getting six credits for this. In 3 days I head off to La Coronilla to tag and capture wild sea turtles.

 Tristian Narjava Feria. You name it, they have it. 

 Hands down the best weekend yet. 

BA says it all.

Quote of the night (Francisco just got a new workshop for his company)-
   My fantasy for my warehouse is to have a garden with a little old gardener man working in it.

So my daily routine here is becoming... pretty enjoyable. Too bad it ends tomorrow. I wake up around 11 am or noon and get ready, then head out on the days adventure (which I have yet to get really lost!). I usually get really tired and overwhelmed around 5 and so I find a new café and order café con leche y tres medialunas. All for about $4 US dollars. Pretty nifty. I also do this so I can whip out my tourist map without being in the rush of the pedestrian sidewalks. Lastly I come back to the apartment, plan out my next days events, and eat dinner with Francisco around 11 pm while watching a couple episodes of Two and a Half Men. Its almost more enjoyable to hear his cackle then to watch the show. Anyway, then I head to bed around 3 am. So I never even really had to deal with jetlag!

But tomorrow it all ends and I leave to Uruguay to get settled there. Tonight I think I may have been convinced into doing a pubcrawl...  And I still have full intentions of getting on my ferry to Montevideo.

This is a view of about 1/200 th of Buenos Aires from the Reserva Ecológica. This was literally the only place I've felt okay to smile at anyone who passed by. Granted, no one smiled back...

My first time seeing the sea while down here

Close to Calle Florida. An experience all in itself. Pretty much a ton of shops with "hippy vendors" scattered in the middle selling there handmade goods. I was so overwhelmed that I didn't really look too hard at it all, but Im headed back that way today.

If only the Subte was this deserted all the time.