Thursday, December 8, 2011

12/08/11 Day Seven (Punta del Este)


Woke up late today (10am). Since it’s the last day in Punta del Este, we want to soak up as much of the beach sun as we can before boarding the bus at 5:30, despite being burned to a crisp from the last three days of rays. We bought a bottle of our favorite local beer and walked two blocks to the beach. Today is already busier than it’s been. As we looked back at the city, we saw bus after bus rolling in with fresh tourists. The water feels amazing today. It’s warmer than the last few days. Everywhere you look, there are beach vendors walking up and down the beach with sundresses, ice cream, sarongs, and Coca-Cola. Jason once again spotted “Dingo”, the little buddy I made while here. I first met Dingo the night we got in. He is a stray (called “callejero”, pronounced “cash-e-herr-o”) that I fell in love with because he doesn’t beg. Instead, he asks politely with his eyes. I gave him 2 large handfuls of paella the first night. Then last night we spotted him after leaving the casino, so we let him come home with us where we gave him our leftover breakfast (3 medialunas) and the rest of the paella that I never finished. I later came back down to find him sitting outside our apartment and I gave him 10 minutes of the best scratches he’s probably had in a while. My hands needed a good wash anyway.. When we spotted him on the beach, he seemed to have found a new love, so I didn’t call him over. I just observed and felt thankful for clean hands.

Around 2pm, we went back to the apartment to clean up and pack. It’s another travel day, after all. Tired of lugging around my 67.5-pound filled suitcase, I ditched it for a new, smaller one that’s marketed as “ultra-light”. It certainly is. I love it. Mostly because it forces me to pack lighter too (something I’m not great at doing). I crammed as many clothes as I could in my day pack and the rest in the new ultra-light suitcase, and we were off to the bus station. Looks like I’ll avoid the temptation of Valentino and Fendi. Thank goodness for that. I don’t think my wallet could handle the hit.

Five hours on the most comfortable bus I’ve ever known, and we were back at the Ferry Station. We took a different route back, this time a 5-hr bus to Colonia, then a 1-hr ferry ride back to BA. Hopefully no screaming children this time.. Somehow on this entire trip, I’ve seemed to attract the screaming babies; sitting right behind me on the plane here, café after café of agony within earshot, the train, the ferry ride here was horrendous with a brother & sister both screaming their heads off (their parents seemingly oblivious to everyone’s pain). Everyone has babies here. I’ve never seen so many young families.

We made it off the bus and ferry with only a couple of short-lived temper tantrums, and into our new apartment on the north side of Palermo. It’s a beautiful loft, I’m so in love with it! Tomorrow bright and early, we explore our new neighborhood.

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