
- All people leaving Uruguay move to English-speaking countries, or
- The moving companies has boxes in different languages, depending on the client, or
- They just love possessive apostrophes, or — ?
An inquisitive old fart with a camera

Both this table and the watering can are now several years old, but I was reminded yesterday when I went outside and the sun felt strong. I’ve experienced hot before, but this strong is new to me in Uruguay; it must be the ultraviolet. It eats plastic.

I showed last winter how spray-painted graffiti had actually protected the color in a trash container. I lived in Germany, where the containers are made, so I know they have nothing like the sun here to think about.
I expect this damage is solely from the plastic becoming brittle, exposed to strong sunlight all day long.

Somebody went to considerable effort to make a VW bus much more likely to tip over.
The POP stand from yesterday reminds me of substitutions people make here, generally to shorten words (one of the trickier words we tried when we first arrived in Buenos Aires long ago was estacionamiento, which i eight syllables to say “parking.” And indeed, you can see signs that say “parking” here.
So “off” in place of descuento, but why “on line” when the Spanish is en linea?

And what’s with the possessive apostrophe? Guys, in your language there is no possessive apostrophe. (No matter how many years you’ve been dreaming.)

Yes, the accents on Olé Olé are backward.
I went with some friends returning to the USA to Piriápolis to help with legal stuff concerning their house sale. They insisted I ride the chairlift (aerosillas) to the top of Cerro San Antonio. Scary. At two points, you can almost touch the power lines beneath you with your feet.
They treated me to lunch at the top. Lovely day for it. I could actually see the World Trade Center building in Montevideo, 80 km away.


A few years ago, in Buenos Aires, our friend visiting from New York couldn’t believe the little things people were selling on buses, everywhere. “Who would buy a ball point pen?” she wondered. “I just did,” I replied, “I forgot to bring one.”
So couple years later in Manhattan, she emptied her “excess pen” drawer and we returned to Uruguay with a plastic bag full of pens.
Recently, though, that one from Buenos Aires has been my favorite, so I was slightly saddened to throw it in the trash when it ran dry (I might have replaced the guts, but that didn’t seem possible.) Until I realized: WAIT! That spring! Exactly what I’ve been look for to keep our water filter tube from crimping!

Thank you, pen from Buenos Aires!


Migración, despachantes de aduana, trying to find quality household goods and tools, anything vehicular, no-show plumbers – electricians – albeñiles – jardineros, looking at yet another house with miniscule rooms and mold. Just like climbing a tree. A certain type of tree.
Recently received:
“My name is__________________ and I’m casting an international travel show about expats moving abroad. We’d love to film in Uruguay and wanted to know if you could help us find expats who have moved there within the last 1-2 years or have been there for 3-4 years, but recently moved into a new home. The show documents their move to a new country and will place the country in fabulous light. I wanted to know if you could help spread the word to expats living there or are close to moving. If you’d like more information, please give me a call at ____________ or skype me at ____________. You can also email me at_______@leopardusa.com. Looking forward to hearing from you.”
(Leopard USA turns out to be House Hunters International.)
My reply:
“Hi ______,
I personally have no interest in promoting “unreality” shows. I was asked to participate in an International Living presentation on Uruguay, and dropped out when tipped off by a previous interviewee (I should have figured) that they always hype a location as “paradise,” or as you say, “in a fabulous light.” By the time that the DVD was produced, I personally knew 80+% of the people featured, and most of those singing the praises of the place had either left or only lived here part time.
In addition to glossing over the realities of Uruguay, I would hate to contribute to another “happy faces in an exotic sunny local” piece that inspires people to move here (or anywhere) without heavy emphasis on “do your own due diligence” or the reminder that “adversity breeds character.” I regularly read postings from people who have never been to Uruguay but want to move here because of something they read online: yes, the beaches are beautiful, and the people are friendly (though you’ll almost never be invited into their homes). Which is not to bash Uruguay — I’m in my sixth year here, haven’t left, and I’m a naturalized citizen, and despite being expensive at present Uruguay has a lot to recommend it. However, it’s the fifth country I’ve lived in outside the USA, my wife’s ninth. If you were to tell me your show emphasizes curiosity, the importance of acceptance, and (the key to salvation!) a sense of humor, I’d be much more enthusiastic.
Regardless, I am copying this to several people here with connections to the local expat community, some with regular mailing lists, whom I encourage to contact you or pass this on if interested.
For the record, based on my experience, “expats moving abroad” does not constitute a subset of “international travel.” Visiting a place and moving/living there are two memes best not commingled!
Best regards,
What some of those others have to say:
Sorry, _________ from Househunters International!