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We’re off to Uruguay for a couple of days. Montevideo is just a 45-minute flight over the Rio de la Plata, the widest estuary in the world.  

BA’s highly convenient city airport, Jorge Newbery, parallels the river, and is only minutes from Recoleta. Of course we could take a hydrofoil or the standard ferry from BA's Puerto de Montevideo, which takes three hours, but Aerolingas Argentina is an excellent airline and the time saved is well worth it.  

We rent a car at Montevideo airport and take a leisurely drive along the coastal road into town. The mix of apartment buildings reminds me a little of A1A near Miami Beach 30 years ago. I’m surprised by the lack of traffic and the small crowds on the beaches. We pull into the modern NH Hotel, which is neat, clean, and has all the amenities.

We opt for a ramble along the Rambla Gran Bretaña toward the Ciudad Vieja and the Mercado del Puerto. Good timing. The floating city pulling into port is the new Queen Mary II. We’ve got a 45-minute head start on the invading party.  

The market stalls are full of food, more parillas than you can shake a skewer at. The beef, chicken, sausages and gambas sizzle away. Soon, the turistas will arrive, and then the grill masters really will lick their chops.  

In the afternoon, we drive to the Punta Carretas shopping center, where we discover the hand-made woolens of Manos del Uruguay. The hand-dyed wools and color combinations are dynamite. Too bad this store promoting traditional Uruguayan workmanship is in an American-style mall.

Makes me wonder if I’m being old-fashioned or simply tired of homogeneity?


J. Peterman


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January 19, 2009 3:25 PM
800 10photoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoFirst-reviewHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 Michael said...

Whenever I start to question malls, I just try to think of them as continuations of the old style markets.

I don't go in, but it makes me hate them a little less.

Does this mean we can expect some Uruguayan shepherd's vests in the near future? :D

January 19, 2009 8:49 PM
Com-100Com-300Com-500First-comHr-1Hr-5 Georgia said...

Absolutely off-topic, please forgive me; usually I do better. But why my computer took me not first here but to the day of toasts, of New Year's wishes I'll never know, except the thing I've told y'all as we unburdened, late into the night: Machines hate me.

But there I was enjoying everyone's good wishes, all that sort of thing, and certain I wrote SOMEthing, as I recognized many comments, went nowhere, couldn't even stay awake to watch the ball come down...but nothing, though I so love the (you know who you are, wonderful person) EYE-only final comment, " make good sausage, you have to have sage." That summed up Eye 2008 for me. Late but no less sincere (late to the ball before I've been, and y'all sweetly allowed me in) , here's an old Scottish blessing:

Life is short, and we haven't much time to gladden the hearts of those who travel with us.                   So be quick to love, and make haste to be kind."

Attempting to express to y'all and Mr. Peterman how I feel about you who people The Eye, "grateful" I've overused; likewise "appreciate," indeed everything the thesaurus offers, so what further say to you who daily gladden MY heart?  Were we physically adjunct, I'd bake; as it is, I must be content to grab onto your thoughts. And hold tight.

Delighted (overused; I'd best hush soon, else edit myself right out of this box) at each tidbit you reveal, I slowly and with care piece the part-pictures of you in my mind. Observing Pam, too, knows A. A. Milne thrills, for Pooh et al. are among the greatest of philosophers, and I quote them; I grew up also on others, including Mother Goose and Br'er Rabbit, he no longer Politically Correct but at that faraway time those characters provided children strong metaphors for what we'd encounter along the way towards no-longer-child, but adult with the oh-so-requisite attribute of childLIKEness. Hang onto yours. And onto me. Please. Yours,



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