last week i went to colonia, uruguay by boat. it was a day trip. colonia is a town with an olllld european feel to it. you expect to hear the click clack of horse and carriage. the boat ride was surprisingly rough. people were shrieking, waves were banging on the side of the boat, stuff was falling off the shelves of the little cafe on board. i breifly contemplated death at sea. and then somalian pirates (who, i recently learned, donated money and resources to haiti) and found a happy place by thinking about fishing. once i was in colonia, i did what you do there: walked around, paid a few pesos to climb to the top of the lighthouse and look out onto the sea, ate some lunch, walked around some more, and went home. i felt rejuvinated being by the sea and was happy to get a break from the frantic pace of the city.



If you know where to find it, there's a decent amount of green space in the city. big beuaitful trees, sipping mate, and people watching go well together.




I also finally went to the cemetery in the recoletta section of town. I remember going to a cemetery in new orleans when i was a kid that had coffins set above ground in a smilar fashion. they weren't nearly as extravagant though. Eva Peron's body is in this cemetery. most of the names on the masoleums should be familiar to any ba city dweller beause almost all of these people have streets named after them. if you had to choose between a giant masoleum or a street name what would you chose and why? put me in the soil and give me flatbush ave. the why is a whole other convseration we can get into later.





"you inspire me to be a higher me"-lauryn hill

love to you all.