An inquisitive old fart with a camera
Five years ago, edible coconut oil simply was not available in Uruguay. Couple years ago, you could find it in health -oriented stores. Now you can buy it in Tienda Inglesa.
I took this picture because it seemed appallingly expensive. Turns out that yes, you can get it cheaper on the USA, but you can also pay more.
Late walking this evening: still shorts, flip-flops, and t-shirt (on) but beginning to feel like autumn.
I have been asked more than once by a certain person. With no expectation of figs, I haven’t paid much attention to our tree in the country. Low and behold, leaves all gone, and any ripe figs destroyed by the parrots.
After watching the first 20 minutes of this amazing documentary (allowed online one week by the Chinese government, 200 million views), in which the presenter interviews a 6 year old girl in China who has never seen a star or blue sky, I was dazzled anew by, and grateful for, the clear blue sky here: 10 in the morning and the moon is plainly visible.
Which is not to imply Uruguay is an ecological paradise; in contrast, most cropland is annually (or more) drenched in glifo (a.k.a. Roundup herbicide). And the beach was filthy today, including hundreds of meters of fishing line left behind by fishermen.
