Montevideo, Uruguay

The marido and I had a conversation about whether people know anything about Uruguay. I don't. All I've learned was between the airport and the hotel. Montevideo is the capital. Don't ask me more!

Without googling or checking a book, what do you know about Uruguay? Anything? (Nothing is an acceptable answer. It's mine!)

We got on the plane in Buenos Aires, and it was hot. Not a little hot. A lot hot. Parents were taking clothes off their little kids and babies, putting water on their bodies and fanning them. The flight attendant said until we had clearance to land in Montevideo, they couldn't turn the engines on, and until the engines were on, the AC couldn't go on.

Then, there was a couple in the seats in front of us who just decided they would sit together. (After all, possession in 9/10ths of the law.) This displaced a number of other people, and it was crazy, but in the end, they were permitted to stay in those seats. (I would have moved them if I were the flight attendant, just out of pure annoyance.)

On to a city bus to go to the hotel with my big backpack and no seat on the bus. The driver was bad too, throwing everyone around and out of their seats. Not fun. But now we're here.

There are daytimer and calendar pages all over the sidewalks. I think it must be an end-of-year thing--rip all the pages out of last year's calendar and toss 'em up in the air or out the window. I'd whip my pages out of the hotel window if I had my calendar here, just to get into the spirit of things.