Salto, Uruguay
After many hours of driving we were finally let out on the side of the road (literally a ditch on the side of the highway) and proceeded to our wonderful destination of Salto, Uruguay - wonderful being used very loosely. To be honest, Salto, Uruguay was probably the worst city we have been to. Known as a "spa town" we decided to take advantage of the local spa. Bad idea. We paid the equivalent of 60 US dollars aka insanely expensive for Uruguay, for an "hour and a half chocolate massage". This "hour and a half chocolate massage" consisted of about a half hour of someone using a paintbrush to spread fake chocolate exfoliators and lotions on us as they rushed to be done and go home. We were happy to leave this place.
Montevideo, Uruguay
An early start got us to Montevideo by mid-day. What a pleasant surprise compared to Salto! Montevideo, supposedly the most livable city in South America, is a charming city with street vendors selling everything you could possibly want lining streets surrounded by beautiful historic buildings. Uruguay is also home to an amazing dish called a chivito. A chivito is basically a hamburger on steroids. Instead of a hamburger, you get a piece of steak on a huuuge bun that is usually topped with everything you could possibly imagine from eggs to avocado. Delicious!
Alba opted to spend the next day visiting Punta del Este, while Mandy decided that with such a short amount of time in Montevideo, she would rather stay and enjoy the city for another day. Punta del Este is a famous beach town in Uruguay, where the rich and famous of South America go to vacation. The Brazilian soccer players, Shakira, Antonio Banderas and various other celebs have houses there. It has the infamous huge hand statue as well as the crazy Casa Pueblo (a Gaudi-esque mansion built entirely by hand by Carlos Páez Vilaró). We also went to a Nacional vs. Cerro futbol match! South Americans are crazy about their football and we got to see first hand just how insane they get. Jumping up and down and cheering for 90 minutes is to put it mildly. Apparently many of the people at the games are members of gangs who would not normally be able to afford tickets, but the gang leaders make deals with the stadiums and get tickets to pass out to their gang members. As crazy as a game in Uruguay was, it is apparently nothing compared to other South American countries, particularly Argentina, where we were told that approximately 18 people die a year from fights at the matches.
However, Montevideo was not all fun and games. Our last night in Montevideo we went out for one of the girls on our tours birthday. Mandy and the birthday girl decided to stay out later than the rest and at around 3 am started to walk down the street to catch a cab, when out of nowhere a guy grabbed the birthday girls wrist and pulled off her purse and camera before running away down the street. Mind you, it was probably the busiest street in Monetvideo at that time of night, we are not talking back alleyway here. All in all we still had an amazing couple of days in Montevideo and we learned an important lesson about not carrying a wristlet out in the open at night (or really any time) in South America.
Colonia, Uruguay
Sad to leave Montevideo, we boarded a bus to Colonia, Uruguay. We found Colonia to be cute and old-fashioned, but slightly boring. We figured that if we had not been to Paraty, Brazil we may have liked it more as the two had a similar feel, but Colonia paled in comparison. However, we did have a fun afternoon which consisted of Alba riding a scooter and Mandy riding a golf cart around town.
Buenos Aires, Argentina
From Colonia we took a ferry to Buenos Aires.
I (Alba) had about a day and a half in BA due to NYU's ridiculous requirement to interview in person. In that short time, I did a few things. I had a tango lesson (I am now a certified tango dancer) and watched an amazing tango show while enjoying a 3 course meal and all you can drink wine. I also did a city bus tour visiting all the neat neighborhoods of BA. Then I was off on a red eye from BA to DC, bussing later that day to NYC to briefly hang with my newly engaged NYU doctor amiga the lovely miss Emily Skoda (congraats!!), interviewing the following day at NYU (loove the school and people), meeting up with old friends Kenny and Ryan for a quick lunch in the city, then bussing back to the DC area for a wonderful weekend with the fam and Tom.There was an epic meeting of the families as the Serrano-Mateo-Jankowski-Newtons hand an amazing night of delicious food and fun! After spending some time in the DMV, I was off to San Fran for a few days before heading off to reunite with my long lost travelover in Australia.
Meanwhile, I (Mandy) was still in Buenos Aires. I had a crazy night out at a drum show that consisted of a really fun night out, minus getting pick-pocketed (I didn't even know it had happened until I got in the taxi and realized I no longer had any money to pay for it). Luckily, all they got was about $50 in cash. The next night was the last night with the group, so we went out to an amazing steak dinner and said our goodbyes.
The following day I met up with my parents who had decided to come to Buenos Aires for 2 weeks! So, for one full week I got to stay in an apartment, have my own room, and unpack. Oh yeah, and I got to see my parents haha love you! We made the most of our week going to a tango show (the same one Alba had gone to), a city tour, visiting the historic cemetary where Evita (Eva Peron) is buried, going to festivals and markets, and just walking around the beautiful neighborhoods of Buenos Aires. We also ate, a lot, as Buenos Aires has some of the best food I have ever tasted. Between gelato, flan, alfajors, dulce de leche, steak, and wine we were pretty busy getting our eat on. Alfajors (you can remember the name by thinking of them as the head bitch) are delicious desserts that basically consist of cookie/cake around layers of dulce de leche covered in chocolate. Drool. After a week of relaxing and eating well it was time for me to leave the parents and head out on the next part of my journey.
Australia here we come!
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