Rain Rain Go Away

The flight to Miami was great and take off from LaGuardia was on time. J and I got to sit together and in perfect gentleman fashion, he gave me the window seat. The flight to Montevideo was another story. J and I did not sit together but were both aisle seats across from each other. I was next to a heavy set woman who did not believe in deodorant and Jason was next to this woman who could not spend 2 minutes away from her boyfriend or whatever. She kept getting up (from the window seat) during the flight and at one point jumped over J to get out (he was sleeping because this is an overnight flight). I felt even worse for the person sitting next to her boyfriend because she was straddling him during the flight- face to face, can you imagine? Finally, with 2 hours left in the flight, they annoyed a person enough to switch seats. Needless to say J did not get much sleep. I was kinda grateful for my seatmate because she kept me warm and thankfully did not lift her arms much.

It was raining when we arrived in Montevideo. We saw it would be for the next 10 days when I checked the weather report on Saturday. Mer. The plan was to find an ATM and hop on the DM1 bus to Punta Carretas. After several attempts at different ATM's we finally were able to get some pesos. Then we waited for the bus. And waited. Naturally at this time, doubt begins to creep up into your brain. Did we miss it? Is this a real bus? So after about 15 minutes of waiting we hopped in a taxi. Mind you a very expensive taxi- 1000 pesos or 50 USD. We pulled up to our hostel, Destino 26, and it looks so cute. Uruguay has a lot of old mansions that people either live in, turn into a business or are crumbling and vacant. This mansion was turned into a hostel by a guy who has traveled the world and wanted a house full of young people with the same mindset. J and I booked the private triple room. I am not sure why. Maybe it was the only private room? Anyway, the room was in the attic, past the common kitchen and up these itty bitty stairs. We were so exhausted and compounded with the rain, we just napped for a couple of hours. We woke around 5pm and the rain had cleared up to a beautiful evening. The hostel is 4 blocks from the beach and we went for an evening beach walk. I was getting a little hungry so we stopped at this beach shack for a bite to eat. We didn't actually want dinner because South American people eat so late (like 10:30pm) and we wanted to keep up. We ordered 2 beers, Patricia, and a pizza. This thing was HUGE. Easily could have fed a family of four. Needless to say we had some pizza left over.

After our giant bite to eat, we headed back to the hostel. Put our remaining pizza in the shared fridge and settled in with some more Patrica's to watch the SuperBowl. Ha, wow, wasn’t that something? I felt really bad for Payton Manning. J was not so sympathetic. It was definitely a different experience watching it in Spanish and with some Australians. Poor Payton.