Last night I went to a birthday party Piriápolis. I arrived fairly early, getting there a bit after midnight. (Parties only really get going here at midnight and run until dawn the next day, or even later.) Being old and feeble, I left around 2:15 a.m.. Riding home on the main highway along the coast, which is called the Interbalnearia, I was struck by the similarity among it, an interstate highway in the US, and the autobahn in Europe. It seemed so normal–even by Gringo standards: four lanes lit by halogen lights precisely distributed data manicured median.
I realized that before I came Uruguay I did not imagine that such a highway existed in South America–I was just an ignorant Gringo! My readers are undoubtedly more knowledgeable and sophisticated than I, so they certainly will not be surprised by this fact. However, for that insignificant minority who are as ignorant as I was, I’ve attached the following picture, by saving myself (and you) 833 words.
