Montevideo has been a very nice three weeks for us. This was to be one of those places where we didn't go at a fast pace every day for fear of not seeing something or other. Above is pictured the Sunday street market on Calle Tristan Navaja. Some blocks of it were as densely packed as Manhattan midtown during Christmas shopping season.
We bought some really good cheese from the folks in this old Ford truck. I didn't get a chance to ask them what year it was. The truck, I mean...not the cheese. A local office of the Tupamaro party is in that street. This is the former guerrilla movement whose activities led to my visit being cancelled in 1972.
Sergio and Karen are the owners of Casa Sarandi, the guesthouse where we have been staying. They are most charming hosts. They had us to dinner, and we cooked for them too. I should say that Penny cooked for them. We try to split the cooking 50-50, but when company comes, we usually put on the first team. Sergio called one day and asked if we wanted to see a soccer match. Futbol. He and Ivan, their son, picked us up and took us over to the Cerro district, where their team Defensores was visiting the stadium of Rampla Juniors. We had a great time! It was a 0-0 tie. Defensores had already qualified for the finals based on their play in the first half of the season, and Rampla Juniors is in danger of being sent down. There wasn't a lot of passing attack like you see watching Barcelona or Real Madrid, but it was an experience. In one sense, it seemed like choir practice since many of the fans spent so much time singing their team's fight song.
Defensores are in purple.
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