Just writing to let you know we are thinking of you. Hope all is well. Hope to speak or hear from you soon!!! Take pictures and love you, love you, love you.
Be safe, stay well and enjoy.
To Mom (Sent with spotty internet – I had no idea how long it would be up for. This is exactly how I wrote it – no caps, no chit chat, no nothing!)
google la pedrera that’s where i am tonight
google punta del este thats where i was last nightgoogle cabo polonia thats where im going in a few days. no electricity at night there.miss you too. everything okay? no wifi so no skype til a few days.talk soon. ciao.From Mom
OK, so we see you are touring the beaches. However, this Cabo Polonia has a population of 72, no access by roads…
You have to hike the dunes or take a 4×4. Water is gotten from a well and no electric. WHY are you going there????
PLEASE be CAREFUL!!!!! Where are you staying when you get there????? Only 72 people live there.
What happened to Montevideo????
Are you in hostels in Punte del Este and in La Pedrera?
Send pictures and your flight home please.
I have been away less than a week and she already wants my return flight information?!
So many questions and I didn’t know how long my internet connection would last. I left her wondering since I didn’t check email in time to get this one before I headed to Cabo Polonia and no electricity!
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Romina, Mariela and I split a bottle of red in the backyard and got to know one another. We talked about culture, countries, language and of course, traveling!
Romina spoke English and Spanish, Mariela’s English was probably better than my Spanish, but she hesitated to speak English. So Romina did a lot of translating!
Romina translated where necessary, but the two girls were away for the weekend and I didn’t want to interrupt with questions and make Romina do so much work. So I listened and tried to figure it out.
Thankfully, my Spanish got better (or so I thought) with each sip of wine.
Romina and Mariela treated me like an old friend and I had known them all of two hours. We hung out in the backyard with the other guests for a few hours as we waited for dinner but the three of us stuck closely together.
Dinner was served around 11. We had an amazing homecooked meal, with another bottle of wine. I felt like I was out with my own friends at home! We finished dinner and continued to chat in the dining room. When I saw that it was nearly 12.30 I mistakenly thought we’d head to bed soon.
But the night was just beginning.
The map was pretty accurate. Where it was green was grass and the tic tac toe board of brown were the dirt roads. Bikes, cars and foot traffic determined where the ‘road’ would be. You could tell that grass used to cover the now exposed dirt.
As we pulled down the final stretch of dirt road to Paula’s house, I realized this was not at all what I was expecting, AND it was perfect.
This was not a hostel as I thought I knew it. On Paula’s property were a few cabins. Romina took Mariela and I to the one she had already secured. The room had three bunk beds and we’d quickly learn we had the room to ourselves.
The room would have been tight with six people, but for the three of us, it was perfect.
We dropped our bags and Romina gave us the grand tour – the bathroom, which was in a ‘cabin’ a few doors down, the kitchen, where we would put in our dinner order for the night and the backyard.
Paula’s backyard was huge! There were tables surrounded by hay bales to sit on and looked so relaxing.
We went into the kitchen and met Esteban, the chef at the hostel. We placed our dinner orders and then headed to the market to get wine and snacks.
The directions to the supermarket/liquor store/pharmacy (all one shop) were something along the lines of turn right at the big tree, left at the blue car and find the white house on the end.
It was about a ten minute walk but we found it. We picked up necessities (wine and snacks – see we really all hav the same needs!) and headed back to Paula’s.
I got off at the bus ‘station’ late afternoon on a Saturday in La Pedrera, Uruguay.
I wouldn’t so much call it a station as a shack touting information on the side of a dirt road. But this, this dirt road with an information booth acting as the bus stop, was the exact opposite of Punta del Este and more along the lines of what I was looking for! Here’s a photo of the map I was given at the info booth.
Before leaving Punta del Este, I had made a reservation with Paula, the owner of a hostel in La Pedrera.
She had given me her number and told me to have the info booth call. She’d come by and pick me up in her van. She made a point to tell me it was purple and green.
I gleaned that it wouldn’t be too hard to find the Scooby Doo van.
I went to the info booth to see about making a call. When I explained in Spanish to the girl behind the desk what I needed, she handed me a map.
When I realized this was going to be a challenge, a girl, about my age, spoke to me, in perfect English. She asked if I was going to sleep at Paula’s house. She was too.
She explained that she had arrived in La Pedrera the night before. She was waiting for her friend who was arriving from Montevideo. If I didn’t mind waiting for her friend’s bus to come in, we could take a taxi to Paula’s together. I agreed.
We introduced ourselves. Her name was Romina. She lived in Montevideo and was in La Pedrera for the weekend, after spending some time in Brazil for holiday. On her own.
I found the South American me!
I learned that she was an English teacher, so even though she understood my Spanish, she could always chat in English. We chatted a bit more and her friend, Mariela, arrived soon after.
The three of us loaded into a taxi, a guy with a car really, and were off to check in at Paula’s.
Chatting in the taxi about the night ahead, my newfound friends included me in their plans instantly, and without hesitation.
This is the bus stop. This was the view from where the bus dropped me off.
Can you see the ox and the cart in front of the building?
Behind me is a little house/hut for tourist information. It was a small room with a woman behind the desk.
I wanted to see more of Punta del Este before I left for my next Uruguayan beach town.
I wandered out of the downtown and around the peninsula …
Found this house en route to the peninsula. Those windows – look out to the ocean.
Here’s a shot from the distance of the Miami Beach part of Punta.
The rocky part of Punta.
When I got to the point of the peninsula, you could tell you were away from the masses. A Uruguayan flag, a cool breeze and a peaceful view awaited.
Heading towards the fish market, I walked through the yacht club. My yacht is somewhere in there…
And hitting the fish market, there as no doubt. This fish was fresh.
For about twenty minutes, I watched him slice and dice. In fact, to his left and right lining the port, were many fisherman selling their freshly caught fish. There were hundreds of fish getting sliced and diced.
Check out the bloody glove on his left hand. They all wore them. The guts were thrown back into the water and the fish were bought.
Also, check out the mate in the metal cup with the metal straw, next to the two knives. It’s the national drink! And it is good!
I watched this guy’s fish get sliced. See it? In the plastic bag. Yep, just thrown in, fins and all, and ready to go home.
The two guys on the left sitting at the table ran this ‘shop.’ I asked if I could take a photo and they didn’t mind at all. The spices smelled delicious! Probably taste delicious on the freshly caught fish each night too.
I still had a few hours before my bus would take me to La Pedrera. So I took out my scarf and made myself a makeshift beach towel to soak up the rays.
Have you ever visited to Punta del Este? What did you think?
The two biggest takeaways from spending time on the beach in Punta del Este.
There were a lot of bronzed butts.
On the beaches in the States where I spend my time, women have full sized bikini bottoms, skirts, skorts and cover ups. You don’t see many bottoms, much less a beach full of women flaunting their bottoms, and since it was the middle of summertime, they all had gorgeous tans. Sorry guys, no photos!
There are a lot of soccer balls!
Forget frisbee. On the beaches of Uruguay you might not want to doze off. Every few feet was a different game of football (soccer) and fancy footwork. You definitely have to pay attention when you are on the beach because there are soccer balls flying overhead everywhere you looked!
Mario Irarrázabal was inspired to make a sculpture of a hand “drowning” as a warning to swimmers.
I learned it had many names – the Monumento al Ahogadoto (Monument to the Drowned), Monumento los Dedos (Monument of the Fingers) or La Mano (The Hand).
The warning was because the waters at La Barra had rougher waves which were better for surfing only, while the other way, waters at Solanas were much more suited for swimming practice and windsurfing activities.
While I had seen pictures before I arrived, they were nothing like the day I was there. was lucky to get a photo with only four people in the background. The place was teeming with people!