About the only good thing I can say about our flood-prone street:* sometimes puddles make interesting reflections.
*completely fixable, of course, if the intendencia were paying any attention.
Sunset puddle
First serious woodstove cranking of the season
I got back from the beach thinking it was probably the last time I’d be walking barefoot in the sand for a while. Though I’ve lit a couple fires, this was the first serious one, and the majority of the population of our house approved.
To tree or not to tree
Really. Please. Make up your mind.
Ombú
The ombú tree is very cool.
Really. How awesome would it be to grow up with this in your yard?
Easter lunch
The mellis (mellizos, fraternal twins)
Rodrigo and Mauro came to visit today. I’ve mentioned Mauro’s departure for New Zealand, and Rodrigo’s return, and hanging out at our place. We went to a restaurant near the beach that used to be a night club, now a restaurant with such interesting things as a “breakfast pizza.” Yes, that’s literally what it’s called, based on an American breakfast, even though that’s practically impossible to find in Uruguay.
Doesn’t show real well, bit it’s got bacon and an egg.
Mauro’s off to Buenos Aires in a week to join his Argentinian girlfriend he met in New Zealand and two Paraguayans they met at the restaurant they worked in this summer in Punta del Este, and will be taking off for northern Argentina, Bolivia, Peru, and ending in Guayaquil, Ecuador, where they will work in a restaurant through another contact they made this summer.
Rodrigo is working locally, finishing his studies, and taking a course to become an airline steward.
Become an…? Methinks the travel bug has bit.
Oh, and almost forgot: after lunch we went to Baipa and brought back treats to have with tea. I didn’t last a year this time between visits, but since the previous interval was 22 months I’m doing OK overall 😉
The premiere national obsession, rendered locally in waning autumn light
A small park a few blocks from our home springs to life with warm weather: anticipation of the World Cup? In 2010 they worshiped Diego Forlán (amusing to see pudgy little kids with #10 Celeste jerseys). Some time back I checked and Luis Suárez, from Uruguay, playing for Liverpool, had individually scored more goals than the next ten TEAMS in the league.
Uruguay takes on Costa Rica on Saturday, June 14. I’m anticipating as much the next episode of Game of Thrones (so thrilled that little puke is finally dead!).
Dreaming, doing
Maceta
I wanted to take a picture to show off our new flowerpot, hand-painted by Syd Blackwell, but someone else insisted on being part of the action.
(Note what looks like an eye in the grass. I didn’t plan that.)
Sights not often seen
A faint double rainbow this evening inspired recollections of mentoring at-risk kids. Feel free to steal and post elsewhere if it resonates with you.
This morning we watched a young couple walk their dog past our house, the dog propelling itself with front legs, its back half rolling on wheels. Didn’t feel sufficiently motivated to run out and engage them, but if I see again, will.
Lotsa ships, DTOTB redux
I’ve mentioned the boats before. And I showed the dunes taking over this walkway and it being assaulted by water. This evening I walked later than normal, and it all looked rather photogenic.
And the most recent dead thing on the beach.