Chau Montevideo!
For about $40, you can jump on a two and a half hour bus to Colonia, Uruguay, and then an hour long ferry across El Rio De Plata (The Silver River) to arrive in Buenos Aires.
The waves spread thin in the distance as we closed in on BA’s skyline, and I laughed at my foolishness. I had spent so much time fantasizing about Montevideo before I left, but after only a few days in the city, I was leaving it. Did I miss something in these streets? Should I have stayed for longer?
When does heeding one’s emotions become overindulgent? Does being an adult mean that we can choose to employ a more rational, resolute side of ourselves?
I think that a large part of living has to do with dreaming. If you can never make your dream a reality, do you change the dream or do you change the reality?
We emerged in Argentina, frazzled and exhausted, and without a place for the night.
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