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The best lifestyle in the world for the price… This is the journal of The Southron, an Emigrant from Florida who has spent the last decade living in the West Indies, former Yugoslavia and Costa Rica. He moved to Montevideo, Uruguay at the end of February 2006... |
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I’m not sure the old Thanksgiving some really “works” as amended, and I sure as heck haven’t figured out how to work in the part about the sleigh–somehow a carrito just conjures up the wrong image.
Nevertheless, Thanksgiving is coming again and we will be celebrating it in our new tradtional fashion just like last year [...]
This morning I started my day with the biggest breakfast change since I gave up bacon for low fat hamburgers. Gone is my well-known a beloved oversized coffee cup, and it is place is the very Uruguayan Maté (gourd into which the Yerba tea is poured) complete with a brand new metal bombilla.
Because yerba maté [...]
No, that is NOT a summary of the weather, my attitude and my language. It is actually a phrase denoting approbation for Gran China at San José 1077 in Centro. Yes, there is actually a Chinese restaurant that offers something other than Cantonese bland and Urguayo Cantonese double bland…
You may recall that a [...]
Every so often my office begins to feel like a Yankee prisoner of war camp–the same stultifying routine exacerbated by the view of the outside world just beyond the fence. Yesterday I decided to do something about it. Borko and I broke out in the afternoon and went off in search of spicy [...]
I have really been remiss in writing in this blog, but I’ve simply been so busy with my real job that I have not had time to do it.
Therefore, this entry is going to be catch as catch can…
Every year since 1992 the people of Montevideo have lined up to buy as many Big Macs as they can from celebrities and public officials working the counters at Ronald McDonald’s place. The reason is that all of the profits from the sale of Big Macs today are donated to Fundación Peluffo Giguens [...]
Last night Borko and I were having dinner at Cafe Misterio in Carrasco with an attorney friend. We were there mainly so I could have good sushi and Borko didn’t have to endure it. For some reason the only fish he likes is a nasty bottom feeder that only lives in the lakes [...]
On Thursday 22 November at our usual Thursday Open House we will be celebrating Thanksgiving Day. (This is my favorite Yankee holiday because it includes lots of food!)
In keeping with our tradition if integrating Gringo and Uruguayo customs, we will be having BOTH traditional Uruguayan ASADO and traditional American TURKEY and stuffing.
The turkeys are [...]
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, [...]
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 of [...]
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