
Or Fingers in the Sand
Or The Eagle House
I really debated with myself about the title. But the wavey bridge was most of the students' favorite part.
On Saturday we left CasaACU bright and early to head to Punta del Este, a tourist resort an hour - 2 hours away. (I'm not sure how far it was, b/c we made a lot of stops.) We piled in the bus with Carolina (Car-o-leen-ah) as our tour guide and off we went. She let us try mate (maw-tay) the Uruguayans favorite drink. I'll write more about it later, but to me it tastes like green bean juice with a bitter after taste. Mmmmmm
Our first stop was a house on the beach that had been shaped like an eagle's head, yes, an eagle's head. It was cool looking, but not a particularly good use of space. There was an upstairs room where you could look out its eyes and its beak and a downstairs room that also had windows. They showed a lot of local art.

We also stopped at Piria's castle, which was Piria's residence, and you guessed it, it looks like a castle. They had a display there were an artist had found rocks shaped like hearts or with heart shapes in it. There were 777 of them. We were also allowed to go upstairs where they have more of Piria's furniture and such. This was significant, because apparently they don't let people go upstairs very often.
After this we stopped at a grocery store for a potty and snack break. This was mainly significant because we were surprised to hear Johnny Cash being played over the radio.

Finally, 4 or so hours after leaving CasaACU, we arrived at Punta del Este. There was a weird fog hanging at the tops of the buildings. We stopped to watch fishermen clean fish and bait their hooks. It was quite fascinating. I had to drag some of the students away. One of the men offered Anne a present of a fish eye. For some reason, she declined.
We ate lunch at a local restaurant. It definitely moved at Uruguayan speed. (That means that it took awhile.) But we all eventually were fed and ready to continue our adventure.


We finally headed home, I slept most of the way. Once we got back we stopped at the Afro-Uruguayan center in the Harlem of Montevideo. The we headed back to the house where Rhonda had pizza waiting.
Now you may be thinking what a long day... but mine wasn't over yet. Some of Rhonda's friends were having a house warming party and I went with her. This was a party of English speakers, so for once I knew what was going on. It was great fun. There were two couples for South Africa, one couple from Britain, a couple from Israel, and another lady. Most were teachers, so these were my people. We finally headed home and I was wiped out. But it was a great day!
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