Once we picked up my new medicine, where’s the best place to relax?
Yes, the beach.
all smiles, as it should be

vina beach

bus sponsorship on the beach

guardavida (lifeguard)

behind us – beachfront property
Once we picked up my new medicine, where’s the best place to relax?
Yes, the beach.
all smiles, as it should be
vina beach
bus sponsorship on the beach
guardavida (lifeguard)
behind us – beachfront property
You haven’t really travelled until you’ve taken on South America…The challenge is deciding where to begin. With so much choice, it’s as though the continent was built for travel; a place that excites, thrills, challenges and infuriates…Brave a white-knuckle bus ride down Peruvian slopes and be astounded by endless Andean vistas…South America, however is not just about breathtaking sights – its stunning soundtrack is sure to leave your feet a-tapping long after you’re back in the day job…Argentine folklórica (folk music) trickles out of truck radios in the pampas and the jolting rhythm of cumbia making those Andean bus rides even more absurd.
However, when it comes to experiencing this incredible land the real reward is undoubtably the South American spirit. The entire continent approaches life with the enthusiasm of an old-fashioned road trip: windows down and stereo blaring. South America is a continent that engulfs you and changes you – your state of mind, your outlook on life. As soon as you step foot on South American soil, the transformation begins.
— Lonely Planet South America on a Shoestring
I love guidebooks. They are my souvenirs and my notebooks. I have folded over pages and I have made notes on the white space as I learn information about a place while I’m on the go.
I have a shelf in my bookcase with guidebooks from all of my travels — starting with a Let’s Go Europe: 2000, Lonely Planet Switzerland, Fodor’s New Orleans, Lonely Planet Costa Rica, Frommer’s and a Lonely Planet both from Italy, Lonely Planet Croatia, Lonely Planet Argentina and more.
I was hoping to put my Lonely Planet South America on a Shoestring back on my bookcase.
It took less than a week carrying around my book to decide that the book would need to come apart.
This guidebook would not make it home in one piece to take it’s earned spot on my bookcase.
I had seen other backpackers do the same and I had to join them. I was carrying around dead weight and pulling out this huge book every time I needed it wasn’t going to work for me. In fact, I wasn’t pulling out the book because it was so cumbersome.
The prospect of ripping my book apart broke my heart, although, temporarily. It was adding to the load I was carrying on my back but I didn’t want the book to go to waste.
There was so much information on these crisp, brand new pages and so many places to explore! My friend Romina was preparing for another trip to Brazil, which was the biggest section of the book, and which was not a destination for this particular trip. Romina told me that reading the pages of the other sections would also help her practice her English (which was already superb). Knowing that the remaining part of my book would go to a good home lessened the blow.
I took a deep breath, ready to deface a book. I pulled out the pages for Argentina, Chile, Bolivia, Peru and Ecuador. Romina gave me five paperclips to put together my new, and lighter, ‘guidebooks.’
And I left Romina the rest of the guidebook, still pretty much intact, for her use.
The rest of the day in Montevideo with Romina and Mariela was quite fun. We joked that I was livin la vida local since Romina had a lot of errands to run and I was happy to go along with her. Mariela worked during the day so she would meet up with us afterwards.
Some of the things we did —
I thought this facade was so elegant and pretty. The dark doors are simply gorgeous.
Famous theatre – we went inside for a peek before a show was to start.
And then the mate canisters…more on this later!!
This time last year, nearly to the minute, I was enjoying my business class upgrade, enjoying fine wine and a nice dinner before drifting to sleep under a down comforter. I was headed to Buenos Aires to start my South American adventure.
I know I’m still taking my time telling my stories here on my blog, but all you have to know is that it was a decision I do not regret and there are some good stories, so stay tuned!
Even though I had shitty bus rides, bad nights of sleep and bouts of loneliness, I met wonderful people, tasted amazing food and experienced life as a local in more ways than I could have ever imagined.
With that said, and with freezing cold temperatures here in the Northeast US tonight, I wish I was headed back to South American summertime once again!!
After stopping in at two houses we thought was Daisy’s (remember we had nothing more than the man at the supermarket pointing in the general direction of Daisy’s house to guide us), we arrived.
We meet Daisy’s daughter, who was well into her fifties. I had been thinking Daisy was around our age.
My German friends secured a double bed in a private room — the only private room. I scored the last bed in the place upstairs in the attic. It took a little work to get to my sleeping spot.
Here’s a photo tour of our accommodations.
Note: pictures do this situation absolutely no justice.
This was the ladder I had to climb to get upstairs to my bed. When I made it to the top, I learned that I would be sharing an attic with two roommates.
Once I made it up the ladder I would be coming up through this hole. See the beer on the floor? That’s mine. And that red blanket? That’s the bed I would be sleeping in. Once the sun went down, there would be no electricity. Good thing I am not a sleepwalker, right?
Getting ready for sunset.
Here’s another view of, for a lack of better words, the hole. The boy of the German couple was really tall. So tall that he had to duck everywhere in Daisy’s house, except for the kitchen (which sadly, I have no photos of). His height proved helpful for me since he was able to lift my backpack up the hole so I didn’t need to maneuver up the ladder with my pack on my back.
To get to the bathroom you had to go outside to a separate room. Think port-a-potty with walls. I still don’t know why this toilet was on a pedestel.
There was no counter space by the sink and since water wasn’t drinkable, imagine trying to brush your teeth holding a water bottle and miscellaneous toiletries. At this point one of my eyes were in so much pain that I no longer had to worry about contact lenses and solutions so a few less things that I had to balance at the sink.
This barrel had a huge dish inside to scoop water into the toilet in order to ‘manually’ flush it. Ladies, keep an eye out. No matter who came out of the bathroom, the seat was always up thanks to the manual flushing system.
And this is Daisy’s house.
The three of us dropped our bags by our beds, or in my case, raised them, and together made our way back to the supermarket to figure out our dinner before the sun goes down!
Hot water: unlikely
Running water: maybe
Electricity: no
Was I nervous? A little.
Was I excited for the unknown? Definitely.
The title of this is much more interesting than the story behind this post.
As I explored Colonia on my first day in town, I saw this car at least five times. I don’t know if it was the same car, or if there are many, but it kept popping up all day and finally I just took a photo.
I’m not sure why but this photo makes me smile and I just wanted to share.
I cannot count the number of times I reread this motivational email on my trip (when I actually had an internet connection).
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Hi there,
I’m sure if you had calmed down or if you are back to freaking out. There is something about quitting your job without having another that is akin to a leap of faith. Jumping off a cliff without surveying the water below. I’ve felt that and the uncertainty that comes along with it, so I get it if you are all nerves. I hope you are mostly excited, though.
I just wanted to write you before you leave and tell you how completely jealous I am. I’ve been thinking about you this last week while I trudge through the misery of daily life/work and I admire your bravery. It’s not so much that what you are doing is particularly dangerous, but I think that choosing to travel solo is a brave and uncommon thing (for most people). It’s going to be such an amazing experience. I wish I were as brave as you because even if I had the money I can’t say that I would be able to get up the nerve to travel around a foreign continent on my own. Even though I secretly long to!
I hope that you have the time of your life! Once you are back let’s secretly plan to ambush J with a trip of sorts…even if we have to bind, gag and carry her away in the night to do it.
Safe travels!
Love,
Just need to get myself situated. I also need to see if I can read my notes scrawled in notebooks while on bumpy bus rides 😉
All you need to know is that my adventure was absolutely amazing. Leaving for South America was by far the best decision I have ever made.
If you want to know why, you’ll have to stay tuned for my stories, observations and thoughts.
To put on the top of my to do list: Figure out when I can go back to visit the friends I made, see all that I missed and return to the places I loved.
And if you need help planning a trip to Uruguay, Argentina, Chile, Bolivia, Peru or Ecuador, I think I can make you a pretty sweet itinerary in any of those places!