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I think this is my favorite sign ever. There is literally one letter of it that is completely correct: y.
Queso cacero hongos y más. Homemade cheese mushrooms and more.
Brilliant. I’ve never actually stopped at the stand. I think I need to.
UPDATE: Syd of the Dog Walks: The Keso Kasero is as bland and tasteless as all the others of the genre. She has never had fresh hongos in two or three stops we have made. Y mas is preserved morrones, hongos, too sweet jams, et al.
I ordered something on Mercado Libre. It was shipped from Lascano in Rocha Department, ~230 km away.
Here’s how it played out:
Three days to get 230 km. Ridiculous, right? Well, at least it was on its way to Atlántida, so I could expect delivery on the 28th, no? Wrong. Late afternoon on the 28th I went to the local office, where they retrieved my package and I paid the postage. Why wasn’t it delivered to my home, as directed? We were going to do that tomorrow. This reminds me of getting documents expressed shipped from Europe several years ago. They got to Montevideo in two days. I received them seven days after that. I literally could have walked to Montevideo and back in less time.
On the other hand, today I received a wireless keyboard and mouse I ordered two days ago.
As with so many things in Uruguay, the only consistent aspect is their inconsistency.
Saw this at the feria couple weeks ago. First and only time. Mobile tattoo / barber shop?
I’ll pass.
On this very day a year ago, I did the same thing i did today: finished stacking firewood in the garage. This year the minimum for delivery is 3,500 kg, up from 3,000 last year. Yes, that’s a lot of wood.
A dozen eggs today, 65 pesos (USD 1.47) at our local mini-supermarket. The last I bought at another mini-supermarket they were 95, and at Tienda Inglesa (large supermarket) they’re 120 pesos.
Who knows?
“Tap water is generally safe to drink in Uruguay.”
Yes, if you don’t mind putting in your body whatever shit got caught by those filters before they were changed.
Christmas card mailed from California 4 December 2020. Received in Uruguay 21 January 2021. Not bad.
Waiting in line for the ATM the other day, I noticed something I’ve seen a couple times before: the architect’s name in metal on the side of a building (or house).
In this case the telecom building is a poster child for 1960s brutalist architecture, with the added twist of a 12 foot high north-facing glass facade. You can see dark transparent plastic has been applied and is now coming loose, and huge blinds to attempt to block the sun (being in the Southern Hemisphere, the sun is in the north). But basically what the architect has created is an enormous solar oven. And an ugly one at that.
Quite a legacy!
When I go to the butcher, I always carry my stuff to the car. Today I had almost 16 kg (lots of dog food) and the butcher carried it to the car for me. Didn’t really give me a choice. When I got home, I saw that he had tied the loop handles of each bag into a knot, something I would have never thought of.
In fact, I’m not sure how useful it is to know.