random stuff
Kara says: so it's Saturday evening i have myself a glass of wine and a Bridezillas (novias neuroticas) marathon and Karl is strumming his guitar. Today is wonderfully dark and wet and cosy after the last week's heatwave. Dinner will be hot dogs as we are temporarily fridgeless. Karl and the fridge got into a fight over some ice, it turned nasty, Karl was armed with knife (always knew he was a knacker) and in the resulting fracas the fridge was mortally wounded.
We escaped the big smoke (and dust and noise and traffic and crowds and heat) during the week and headed across to a small town in Uruguay, Colonia, it'd been handed back and over between the Spanish and the Portugese during the colonical years and now is a cute old town. With fresh air. And silence. And you have to walk really really slowly (don't know why, just something about the atmosphere) and take long long lunches over wine.
Now let's see if we can get some photos. Right.
Karl sitting under a tree contemplating the meaning of life.
An old car on the street. Back in the early 20th century Uruguay was doing well for itself and people were able to afford fancy American cars. Then the country went to hell, people couldn't afford new cars and so had to maintain the old ones
they had. Resulting in lots of really well maintained and still functioning old cars.
And Karl pondering the waters of the Rio de la Plata. There are beaches at Colonia but they're on the river and not exactly pristine. Karl did brave both the murky waters and the security guard with an impressively sized baton to ha
ve a swim. I thought sitting under a tree a better option.
Karl using me as a model in his arty farty photographer shot.
Me at the top of a lighthouse clinging on for dear life and trying to pretend i'm not so far from the ground.
Also this week we went to our first milonga (tango dance) with our spanish school. All six of us students decided pretty early in the night that english was to be the mode of communcation and so a very enjoyable night was had by all. And there was only vegetarian food! A fantastic antidote to the steady diet of cow, cow and more cow.
We escaped the big smoke (and dust and noise and traffic and crowds and heat) during the week and headed across to a small town in Uruguay, Colonia, it'd been handed back and over between the Spanish and the Portugese during the colonical years and now is a cute old town. With fresh air. And silence. And you have to walk really really slowly (don't know why, just something about the atmosphere) and take long long lunches over wine.
Now let's see if we can get some photos. Right.
Karl sitting under a tree contemplating the meaning of life.
An old car on the street. Back in the early 20th century Uruguay was doing well for itself and people were able to afford fancy American cars. Then the country went to hell, people couldn't afford new cars and so had to maintain the old ones
they had. Resulting in lots of really well maintained and still functioning old cars.And Karl pondering the waters of the Rio de la Plata. There are beaches at Colonia but they're on the river and not exactly pristine. Karl did brave both the murky waters and the security guard with an impressively sized baton to ha
ve a swim. I thought sitting under a tree a better option.
Karl using me as a model in his arty farty photographer shot.Me at the top of a lighthouse clinging on for dear life and trying to pretend i'm not so far from the ground.
Also this week we went to our first milonga (tango dance) with our spanish school. All six of us students decided pretty early in the night that english was to be the mode of communcation and so a very enjoyable night was had by all. And there was only vegetarian food! A fantastic antidote to the steady diet of cow, cow and more cow.
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