I guess I expected, upon arrival, to become a dusty gaucho or a carnivorous candombe musician.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Ursula in Uruguay
I can't believe I've been to Uruguay. It seems so surreal & lofty. There is empirical evidence to prove that I was there: my credit card statement, an oversized t-shirt with a Uruguayan flag on it in my possession, photographs I took, a clear passport stamp, spare coins in my bag and dozens of memories.