We went today to visit Mauro of the motorcycle accident in the hospital, who sports a large and ugly scar from having his spleen removed – Frankenstein-style stitches from his navel up (to remove the spleen – ?). He’ll be there another few weeks.
We had to take a couple elevators to find him. The elevators are the type with a single, automatic door and buttons you push to go to the desired floor. You know, like in a hotel – ? Seen them before?
An additional feature in each elevator is a chair with a person in it to push the buttons, taking up perhaps 20% of the floor space. As a result, a wheel chair would not fit in the elevator.
But, a full time job for a few more people. Welcome to Uruguay!
Later: told Santiago* about the elevator operators, adding es Uruguay.
Soy Uruguayo, he replied – ¿Me lo vas a decir a mi?
Or roughly, Hey, I’m Uruguayan – YOU’RE going to tell ME about it?
*masseur: 1-hour+ ~$30
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