Day trip to Colonia, Uruguay. It was probably the cutest colonial town I’ve been in (and there have been very, very many). Interesting history—it was a point of contention between the Portuguese and Spanish for many years and switched ownership between them seven times before Uruguay gained independence. So there’s a lot of weird mixed architecture. Like a house made of stones with a tiled roof (Portuguese) attached to a brightly painted plaster-walled house with a flat roof (Spanish).
I rented a bike and tooled around for most of the day wishing I had a moto license so I could tool around without sweating like a beast.
Also, blood sausages, where have you been all my life? That shit was heavenly. It was like a cross between cake and pate, if it were stuffed into an intestine.
