I held up a bus in Montevideo!

Riding through Uruguay is like going backwards in time. There aren’t any SUVs here, just the occasional rusty VW Microbus or 70s-era Ford pick-up. The policeman who passed us going the other way smiled and waved at our bus driver. We passed more horses on the road than cars.

Thoughts on a Rooftop…

There are many things about La Paloma that make it so idyllic, so peaceful…so like what a home should be….

Blurry Cows and Palm Trees: A Travel Day

Feeling rather sleepy, the entire experience was rather surreal as the bus floated along effortlessly to the beat of the music, stopping now and then at pitch black cornfields to let on and off other passengers.

We May Buy a Cabaña There Yet…

We spent our first hour in Punta del Diablo marveling at the sheer adorableness of it all. Tiny shacks, makeshift shops, cottages, cabanas, and what have you lined the roads…well, what one would loosely define as a road.

Punta del Diablo: Five Anecdotes

By now, you’ve gathered something of what Punta del Diablo meant to us. Words and pictures alone will never be able to recreate what it was like there: the best we can hope to do is to offer is a taste of how it made us feel…

Moving Very Slowly

Many travelers are able to keep a quick pace. Two new countries each month for twelve months, to many fellow travelers reading this entry, will sound laughably easy. But Tim and I soon discovered that keeping pace didn’t suit us. We wanted to stop and absorb, we needed to. Stopping, for us, was the only way to see.