Fish and Apples

Almost two years ago, Zac told his mother we were packing up and moving to Uruguay. (She laughed and said, "have fun!") He was going to make our living selling fish and apples on the street corner, those being the only two words he knew in Spanish.

Obviously we didn't go at that time, but after a few dozen Alaskan adventures, a wedding in a barn, and three months in South America, we finally stepped off the ferry and set foot in Montevideo for the first time three days ago.

The first thing we noticed is that the entire city smells like a backyard barbeque. And it's situated on a peninsula-like bit of land, so you're either walking along the beach, towards the beach, or from the beach; in any case, it's never far away.

 

The best part is that Zac and I have rented an apartment just a few blocks from the beach for the next two weeks. It is lovely. We can buy groceries (produce!), do our own laundry in an actual machine, and hang out on the couch reading for as long as we want. I cook; Zac washes the dishes. And we've been waking up each morning to take a jog along the beachfront. I don't think it gets much better than this.

Tonight we're headed out to a "expat+Uruguayan social gathering" at a bar down the street. Till then, we're going to relax and later eat some leftovers(!). Zac will probably finish his book and I'll end up drinking the rest of this bottle of wine.