home

the trip from montevideo home was a long one, with a giant (tall) man trapped beside us the whole flight. it seems like that’s always the case. the taller you are, i think the surer it is you will be crammed into the tiniest space. it was bittersweet to leave & while i’m glad to be home, unpacked, back in my studio & near avocados again, i miss a lot about uruguay, and the people, the quiet moments running by the beach, & long drives to find bodegas each day are what i imagine will stay with me the most.

canelones

these past few weeks in canelones & nearby have been busy, but so good. we’ve seen close to 20 bodegas, have gotten to hear their stories & spend time with the winemakers & families at each one. i’ve held back a little on sharing, only because david will share quite a bit soon, but we’ve loved getting to know these people & see a small glimpse of who they are & how they love what they do. the winemakers could not be more hilarious or different…all either 3rd or 4th generation from france, italy, or spain. some loud, all passionate, some really deep & too philosophical for us to follow (in spanish anyway), and all the happiest in the dirt, near their vines…they love what they do.

farmer’s market

every week near us…i love shopping this way & have loved getting to go.

we’ve been living on peaches & butternut squash. and eggs…alot of eggs. for the first couple weeks, we didn’t know where to buy meat, so we bought eggs at the market & made them poached, scrambled, fried… we’d look at each other towards dinner & start laughing…well? want to make eggs again? ..that sounds great. how do you think we ought to cook them tonight?? oh…well, what are you feeling like?  it wasn’t too long after, we found a place for meat & fish, and haven’t made eggs again since..

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this morning

david & i were laughing so hard watching this mattress hoist…i dunno…it seemed funny this morning at least. we always see the most random things, like the other day, down the middle of the freeway, a guy walking & balancing a wheelbarrow full of oversized sticks…straight down the road. i don’t think it’s a big deal here…and i never thought about what you’d have to do to move, when you live on the fifth floor of an apartment with an elevator that can only fit you and a toaster…but this would be it.

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cafe brasilero

cafe brasilero is the oldest cafe in montevideo, two blocks away & is one of our favorite places to go…they have the best eggplant gnocchi & cappuccinos, cortados, and we have found all sorts of ways to kill time here…

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