A really, really good sleep. 10.30am and ease gently out of bed feeling well rested for the first time in a while, though the notion of not having to catch a bus anywhere for a day or three definitely adds to the calm. Breakfast is more delicious coffee and, unusually, panettone. Everyone shows a nice glow of calm that goes with the rapidly-clearing skies overhead. A gorgeous washed-out blue is the tone for today. Sarah slumbers on, oblivious to the coffee I have brought her in bed, and I get some more of this stuff posted up for your edification.
Morning becomes afternoon, we take advantage of the first washing machine we have had access to since Rio, and coffee begat coffee. Nothing to do on a lovely lazy day like this but post up photos and play a little guitar. I find myself in the open air trying to remember the chords to an old Good Gods tune called 'Drive'.
Morning becomes afternoon, we take advantage of the first washing machine we have had access to since Rio, and coffee begat coffee. Nothing to do on a lovely lazy day like this but post up photos and play a little guitar. I find myself in the open air trying to remember the chords to an old Good Gods tune called 'Drive'.
Manantiales is like a little town somewhere in New England, full of very fancy little places to eat, all tarting up very basic things.
See that pizza? See the bottle of beer we had with it? It cost us a score. Im not even joking.
Rich people should be swimming here, but instead they are on the beach looking miserable.
Here they are, unhappy rich people under their stupid umbrellas and knowing they're being ripped off.
We, on the other hand, have the perfectly fun and friendly El Hostalito to stay in.
Yes, that is our pizza oven. At this exact moment it is alight and getting ready to accept an influx of unbaked dough and tomato and cheese that will soon become the miracle of 'pizza'.
It isn't often that you know exactly what is going on with me up to this exact moment, but here it is! If something incredible happens overnight I'll be sure to let you know!
It might be prudent to go easy on the rich people. You don't want people to think you have socialist leanings - well not until you are in Bolivia or Venezuela (and the latter is definetly OUT). BTW - that place looks nothing like a village in New England
ReplyDeleteOh, and Uruguay's current president Jose Mujica, who gives away 90% of his salary and used to be the head of the Tupamaros, the local Marxist revolutionary group, isn't left wing enough for you?
ReplyDeleteThe big houses don't look like New England, but the little, cute, incredibly expensive, whitewashed shops on the main street made me think of it.