With apologies to Stephen King for appropriating his title.
I am still in Atlántida, Uruguay for 4 more days, until I must leave for home in Tacoma, WA, with 2 days in Lima, Peru on the way back, and possibly a few days at my soon-to-be former home of Dillon, Colorado.
Google Translate, and many human lesser-skilled translators attempting English from their native Spanish, often translate “Atlántida” as “Atlantis”. Which makes it even more alluring. Hail Atlantis!
After 11 days here, I find myself even more encantado at this lovely old worn-down resort town. I’ve fallen into a rhythm of doing some online work in the mornings, listening to some local radio or watching a bit of Montevideo TV. Then in midday or when US-online calls, emails are done, wander through town. Usually stop at some marketplace to pick up a fresh pepper, tomatoes. Maybe at the smaller supermarket if need other items, but always swinging by one of the fruit stands for the produce. Smelling the parillas starting to smoke with the unique wood that “smells like Uruguay” (a topic for a future post.)
Saying hola to the perros y gatos in the neighborhood and “buenas” to my neighbors. Perhaps wandering towards the beach via the small downtown, or just heading back to our courtyard, leaving the door open to hear the sounds of the old woman three doors down when she returns in her cab with her groceries, to help her up the walkway.
My heart is truly in Atlantis.