It has been less than 24 hours since my plane touched down in Knoxville, marking the end of an unforgettable, nearly six-week trip to Mexico and Cuba. I slept like a baby last night, and have spent much of this morning sorting my dirty laundry and uploading pics – thousands of them – to my computer. The trip itself had the usual ups and downs, with plenty more highs than lows, but lots of time for self-reflection. I thought about previous travels to Latin America and to places all across the globe. I thought about my old life in Mexico City, and about the possibility of settling down there again in the not-so-distant future. I thought about my mom, whom I miss terribly. I thought about my dad, who I know has had trouble sleeping and filling the void in his life left by my mom’s passing. Lastly, I thought about my own mortality.
So you could certainly call the trip “profound.” I know that many of my Loyal Readers are looking forward to seeing trip pics and hearing stories about what it was like to return to Mexico for the first time in two-and-a-half years, and about whether Cuba really is as colorful, as anti-Capitalist, as – dare I say “backwards” – as it is often portrayed in the West, particularly by the U.S. media. Those stories are coming; I have dozens to tell. But first, the completist in me wants to continue my monthly travel photo gallery series. The images below were uploaded prior to my recent trip, as a way of back-logging content for March.
Colonia del Sacramento – “Colonia” for short – is, for many travelers, the only part of Uruguay that they take the time to visit. Most of them, myself included, see the small colonial city on the banks of the Rio de la Plata, just upriver from where it empties into the Atlantic Ocean, as a day trip from Buenos Aires. It was March of 2011 when I woke up before daybreak in my Argentine hostel and stumbled, bleary-eyed, across the city to the Buquebus ferry terminal. Border formalities are handled before boarding, and I found myself with two more stamps in my passport. Less than 90 minutes (and two coffees) later, I was in Uruguay!