Finally, toes in the sand

We are having a weird summer. 

 











I suppose this (unidentified) woman might be having one as well.

Some plausible reasons for the weirdness:

• There is this small issue of our newly started business. It must be nurtured; constant updating or refining and simply attended to almost every day. Ok, no problem.

•  Next, factor in the particular beast that is summer in Montevideo.

Most people go somewhere for some amount of time between Christmas and the end of February.

So anyone's two weeks (most common amount of time) can fall anywhere therein, which leave those holding down the fort in Montevideo a little lonely.

So fate finds us in a very quiet city this summer.
I gotta say, it is serene. I would highly recommend any summer visit to include some languid days in the neighborhoods of Mvd. including Palermo, Parque Rodo, Pocitos or even Malvin or Carrasco.

 So many nice places here.  Cute townhouses from around 1900 (left).
 New Yorkers would call grand apartments in buildings like the one below "pre-war". I'm not sure anymore what wars anyone is talking about, but I bet these flats are gems.

I am always drawn to this geometrical block style and I see it all over. Long horizontal lines with the second story overhang. Me likey.

This facade is one of the most ornate I've seen, but not at all an uncommon sight here. The craftsmanship of old gets me every time.











Ah, toes in the sand.
So we made it to a friends' family home in Las Toscas. It's somewhere between Mvd. and the Atlantic coast official, but it's good enough. It's been hot and the water was great.

Agostin chats with Janine. Vincent with the ball, waits.

Mono, Valeria

This guy is Theo (say Tay-Oh). Disarmingly gentle, don't be surprised when you find yourself doing exactly what he's asked of you. Tust me, you'll do it.

Add your own caption to this one of Mono.

If talking were an olympic event, these two might have a chance on the Uruguayan Team. I can not understand it. Can't.

It was pretty nice laying around. Had a swim, all good.

 The kids had some sandboard action.
Notice the long shadows. The beach is good until at least 7. Freaky.

Jeronimo!

That's our visit to the beach. Okay.

More La Paloma

This Summer was full of fun for everyone.

Black Bikini Club

As you can see, nobody had any fun before I arrived.

I don't know about that highlighting move, it's supposed to be blue type with, eh whatever.

good view from the porch

Claudia has still got it. She's single you know.

I like Cacho because he's worn, like me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

'El Emi' is Emilio

Gabriela can still bring it too.

Gabriela Darre is responsible for most of these photos, not for instance this one of her. She always says her photos are not so good, but as you can see she can use the camera as well as anyone. That's her son El Emi.

Where's the fire?

If you're getting sick of these two and their fabulous tans, your not alone. They did make fire, I mean, a fire. Oops.

The beach was always the place to be.

It seems so long ago already. It's been just a month and the world seems different. Vincent goes back to school next week, Luca shortly thereafter.

Onward and upward. If we take our progress in the slow doses our suffering was ingested, we should be just fine.

Thanks for reading. 

Vacation - La Paloma

We wait all year for these weeks. Thoughts of languid days, rough furniture and very few showers help us to last out the frigid winds of winter in Uruguay. If not for Rocha I don't know that we'd have made it.

                            

We weren't disappointed.                                                        

 Amalia came for a few days.  She had a great time with the exception of that one arrest which was huge misunderstanding, charges she's likely to beat.

Jani, Mora, Clo

Gonzalo

  








Claudia Carambula swung by too. We entertained the idea of going to La Pedreda for a day, but in the end couldn't. We won't likely see Chero and family until they're back in town.



 Two asados the week I was there. I did ok at my turn, for the other a friend took over and showed me a few new tricks. Watch me next time.

Cacho worked the mussels.

Pass the er....

Me make fire.

The kids were drawn to the town fair; crafts, henna tattoos, crazy t-shirts. We had to go a few times and hang out, but it was easy.

It was an easy evening at the fair.

Vincent, Joaquin, Emilio check out the fair.

Afternoon break means WAR!

I introduced fly strips to La Paloma.

 It was nice to be out of doors, all the time. And better usually, the flies were pretty bad. I killed many, but there's still more work to be done.

I got crazy trying to capture the sunset with my digital camera.

Cacho and Janine get the fish night going.

 

A moment of peace.

A week spent very chummy.

We have news of the unrelenting snows in the Northeast. Of course, we miss the snow, but that sounds wrong when you have too much that just won't quit. So for now we are in glorious summer and that ain't bad.

Thanks for reading.