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The journal of an Emigrant from Florida who spent almost 5 years in Uruguay... |
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Every time I think I know something in Spanish, they throw me a curve ball! Like most of the rest of the world, Uruguay is not particularly “big†on salad dressing—though it does exist and is slowly catching on at about the same rate as conversions to Tree Worship. Friday I ordered a enslada mixta, [...]
…unless you are trying to figure out what time it is in Uruguay starting this Sunday at 2AM local time. On the first Sunday in October, at 2AM, Uruguay springs forward to 3AM as Summer Time begins. Since most other places do not change on this day, it brings on a season of confusion, missed [...]
That was probably the only decent line in the movie “Cool Hand Lukeâ€, and it epitomizes the way I sometimes feel when speaking English around the world. For example, when I lived in the West Indies, someone would say to me, “I’m going to pass by your house tonightâ€. My usual response was, “that’s niceâ€. [...]
Today at lunch I saw something that starkly demonstrates one big difference between the US and the rest of the world. The salad dressing bottle was almost empty, and it was very hard to drain the dregs from it. My solution would have been to turn the bottle upside down and wait, so that more [...]
After more than 16 months living in Uruguay I’ve come to the conclusion that there are least four languages in which I regularly more or less communicate. These are: English, Spanish, Spanglish and Ingspañol. (There is also a fair amount of profanity which may well have reached sufficient proportions to be considered a separate language.) [...]
It is 7°C outside now (for those of you in Yankee land, that is about 44° F). The winds are brisk and steady at about 40 kph (25 mph) and the sun is bright. As I look outside my window where the local football team (soccer to Yankees) practices, I see a clump of men [...]
It could be worse! I could have snow up to my waist, or icicles the size of stalactites hanging from the roof, or roads made slick from icy rain or, you know the drill… On the other hand, I could be hiding in the West Indies waiting for the latest killer hurricane to try to [...]
Last week, I took the first small step in what will surely become my biggest adventure in Uruguay to date. As my regular readers know, after seven years of torment, the Staph infection in my leg is finally gone. The two worst results of these long years of infection and rigorous treatment have been a [...]
In every country in which I have been there is a least one cultural icon that is emblematic of that country. • In the United States it is the single family car, the very embodiment of individual freedom of action; • in the United Kingdom, one might argue that it is the Bobby–a police constable [...]
I think that this year March and April decided to switch with each other. Last year, March was absolutely lovely: it was sunny and warm, with the temperature very gradually slipping into the cool range. This year March was like a foreshadowing of an ugly winter: cold, wet, windy, and just generally miserable. It was [...]
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