Budget Hotel Near Nuh

Medley: Mansion on the hill-
As Tears Go By
TAKE 2

Punta del diablo

26.12 - 28.12

Ante Scriptum

this blog page is published with the changes since the first version.

The Medley in question was complicated and the first test had some bad key changes.

we take our backpacks Ernesto. We are a bit 'them' .. still Drinking coffee 'and looking around looking a bit' lost. We all three still months before the trip but, paradoxically, it actually breathes an atmosphere of "end of the holidays." We have to decide what to do. Maicol certainly remains and try to "get us in the middle"; Jorja think it is safe now to reach Brazil. I would have a meeting tonight in Buenos Aires, Argentina to begin the tour with North furgoneta rented together with the young relatives of Helios (including good food and her sister Mary) and other friends, all Pietrone Vecchi. We will be a dozen. The fact is that I'm still here at noon at the Punta del Diablo. Join them 'later.
Ernesto asks us to worry about "the last favor." There are two pairs of tourists who asked him a "Inglese breakfast." In the kitchen there 's just toast and coffee. How many times have we to money and a note written on with things to buy. In a hurry .. types wait .. The only care that you need to have and 'return to the restaurant by entering the back door .. The viejo does not want customers to see that it lacks almost everything.
"Downtown" meet Manuela and Nicole, this morning there was more 'spot on the bus to Montevideo-Castillo: take the 14:00. We explained our sad and inescapable wake-up, we are told that their Cabana and 'free until tomorrow. Take us by the owner but that 'do not wants to leave .. He needs time to clean it .. Clean it with that? E 'immaculate, there were two girls for a half day !!??!! Insists .. We try to tell us that we clean it to him .. "No! I know them, me, these guys!" Then, laughing, "with this business tell me that you clean me?". The dueña melts when I told him that we basically have just thrown out at home .. "Okay .. but tomorrow 'the need to leave at 9:00." Hugs and kisses with sciura. We also ask if he wants to be our mother laughingly say that we now need to introduce into his house for lunch and dinner and if by chance we can 'wash something .. We are sympathetic to the lady tells us that really, if you will, tonight we can eat by yourself. "Thank You" but last night we make it from Ernesto.
accompany the two German to the bus and at some point in Maicol the eye falls on the bag that holds Jorja ... "Shit !!!!" "Ernesto's the stuff!" Saran spent almost two hours ... We welcome
fast Manuela and Nicole and we rush out of breath in El viejo y el Tues The two couples (avran fifty years) are eating fish. Ernesto and 'very quiet, he says "both temporada' and begins, certainly does not throw it all 'that stuff, do not worry," offers us a beer. Really ... I think there can be only one thing. There are few restaurants where you go and you do not care anything about what you eat, and the only thing that matter 'and simply' be there '. " Moving from an "Inglese breakfast" in a shark fillet, and without waiting for two hours of protest, I think it's an example ... I do not know how many other "restaurants" in the world can afford it. "El viejo y el mar" has this privilege. Pablo
pass in front of the restaurant, Dolphin and June and we invite them to make a grilled fish. We are up to mid afternoon in their cabaña, eat a lot, to tell our (mis) adventures, as they are resolved, Xavier arrives to rehearse with Pablo. La temporada has officially begun, tonight we will tour the premises to rack up something.
Piuú later I go with Ana to give me a ride. We buy almost a kilo of ice cream (tastes I choose me, preposterous- tranne il cioccolato e lo zabaione scelti da lei) e andiamo in spiggia a mangiarcelo. Stiamo benissimo, scherziamo tutto il tempo, mi tira il gelato addosso, la infilo nella sabbia, ci picchiamo anche un po'... Mi chiede anche che "onda con la alemana", ieri le sembrava andassimo tanto d'accordo e aveva deciso di andarsene.. "Va be'.. scusa... Però tu sei scema" le dico, "Sei tu lo scemo.. non lo so, avevo pero' voglia di andarmene via" é la risposta. Continuamo a prenderci in giro e a giocare.. Prima del tramonto deve tornare a lavorare.
Vado a prendermi il biglietto per domani mattina presto.. La signora del market, prendendomi in giro mi dice: "allora non ti é piaciuta Punta del Diablo..." "Quanto sei stato qui??" "Nearly three weeks." Laughs.
We are in our new home .. nostalgia for what it was. The new Cabana is on the other side of Punta del Diablo, the "tourist". E 'with hot water, electricity and even television. Jorja the lights, Maicol rebels, agree that "only for the Simpsons." We look at them and then we throw on the beds (true). There 'noise .. There is no 'silence .. Unplug the power of the refrigerator and water heater. Gestures that make you feel very powerful (in Milan I feel like a jerk here .. .. "powerful" in fact) .. How much is' ugly and artificial light .. with candles and 'really something else. At night
viejo y el Tues there 'full house. The three of us eat and drink and toast to capacity for this last night while since the last test to convince Michael to stay. Good Jorja is also made three "bombs" (as we call us ..), pancakes with honey and dulce de leche, the true and genuine blows. Diego we "invite 'a bit of wiskhey, George does not like .. is forced to drink it .. Jorja is really beautifully crafted, insistte in going to the Cueva Luna, there will be no one but today is "La Ultima Noche" .. Ernesto to say that we spend the next day to say hello. We
them 'out, sitting at a table to joke assuming what will be our next "travel stories, ask for the last time the small German if you really want to go to make the New Year in Rio. He says it '.. if part of the morning to 31 should make it convenient ("..."). The old hard Romagna and you also run an "I miss you." We continue to laugh saying "I'll miss you," Ana's face looks at us with "good." From inside the room goes "As Tears Go By", Rolling Stones, 1964. Let's go home.

Before going to bed, Jorja gets to roll up and put away a bit 'of cigarettes that makes people laugh. "Fuck you!??" "I am for the American, asked me this favor, he is not capable, so I'm leaving tomorrow" ... aahh ... aaaaahhh Maicol and now I understand what was going on dear alemanino most afternoons at the client yankee sessantenne.. Si guardavano vecchi film davanti al mare fumandosi gli spinelli!! E chi l'avrebbe mai detto!!! Il tipo c'ha sessanta e passa anni!!! Michele e io ridiamo di brutto.. per due settimane non ce ne eravamo accortidi quella sua abitudine pomeridiana.. ora capiamo anche il perchè di quella fame incredibile verso tutti i tramonti (se noi mangiavamo 1 o2 empanadas, lui almeno 5..).
La mattina ci svegliamo e troviamo Jorjito che fa il suo zaino, parte. Sensazione strana vederlo mettere tutte le sue cose all'interno di quel sacco nero... Lo accompagna Micheal con "il suo bmw" fino alla frontiera, al Chuy. Prima di salire in macchina ci saluta da lontano per quasi un minuto. Ciao Jorjito.
Se ne e' andato, probabilmente (Despite the usual proclamations) we shall not see more '. E 'a sentiment double what you take in these situations .. On the one hand you feel sad, on the other you have the immensity of what we are experiencing .. Go Jorja "you planeta you espera" .. go, my friend. Go


is ... oh well "go" ... Jorja has forgotten here (some habits have contraindications ..) glasses, map of Uruguay, purse and wallet (only folgietti card type and universities, metro ..). We send an email to tell you, we hope the law.
Now me and the Romagna. In theory (and practice) I have a ticket for the bus in the morning. Still in theory, I Pietrone appointment at 9:30 this morning all'aeroporto di Buenos Aires (comunque andrà Elios a prenderlo). Ana pero', prima di andarsene, mi aveva chiesto se sarei rimasto anche oggi, "Si" le avevo risposto... Non posso partire. Se le ho detto che sarei rimasto, devo rimanere. Va bene.. l'altra sera mi attardavo a parlare con Nicole.. e ora cambio addirittura la data del viaggio??? First of all: ho passato piu' tempo con Ana, mi piace, e' carina in tutto. E mi 'e piaciuta, ho apprezzato, comunque, la sua reazione. Certo però che non ho perso la testa per Ana. Non posso perdere la testa per lei. Sarei fottuto. Me l'aveva detto anche con bieco cinismo maschilista il buon Romagna vedendomi contento la mattina di Natale. "Stai attento.. rischi di ritrovarti tra tre anni, in machine in the casino of Milan, returning from work, at home waiting for you and your daughter is not a girl Uruguayans that there is more 'in and wants to leave ... You then think back to these wise words peasant and think .. "What a wanker, that time in Punta del Diablo !!"...". much easier for such eventualities must be prepared, at this moment are not prepared for everything '. I am not prepared to die for. Maybe I lose it tomorrow, in this situation do not find it feasible.

the fact remains that if I told Ana that I would stay, I stay.
One last thing. Why I decided to write this stuff a little 'private and even some '"counterproductive"? First note that these 'true and my travel journal and not a game to bring up people and situations better or different than they are. And if something happens to more 'hard' at the bottom part of the journey. In theory, things are intimate ... Well .. I think I've already written something much more intimate .. I am the son of my time. It is not my fault if the sex was "duty paid" (some might say!), If we were "thrown into this kind of pornography" (F. De Gregori, Children come parvulos, Miramare 1987. 1987 !!!). This is not the occasion to explain my theory on "figacentrismo" of the world (how sad that is all-around one-turn), the esmpi find them easily by yourself: just open our eyes to the Western world. Also, is there to say what I tell 'that actually seems to me "beautiful, lively, beautiful scenes, like Ana, the first morning we woke up. It 's just life. Life of a 10000 km trip to Italy, a journey in which they are completely and utterly free. And this (perhaps in spite of myself) I am writing this distance. Don `t 'is absolutely nothing wrong with what happened. In fact, I think that is far superior to what many people are used in many of our dismal experience .. but you think with all the people who travel with (often) the sole purpose of doing pocher as possible, I feel guilty-I-that I've been here for 3 weeks?? Punta del Diablo?? with Brazil at 40 km? Just for being honest, writing my diary? No, sorry.

Finally: my "stronzaggine" story for the self-irony, to make me look less good, more bbestia, more 'human maschilemnte, the average man. But above all, to take the piss. I would like to see the vast majority of the boys would behave as in my own (identical) situation. With all that the only thing I did was talk a bit 'more' with Nicole. If I wanted to try it with her, just do not invite Ana ...

That 'all folks!.

Micheluzzi insists on going to sleep nell'alberghetto 5 km from here .. is the most 'economical, 150 pesos for a bed in rooms of 6. But I keep telling myself to bring backpacks Ernesto, then something will happen .. at worst we do last night on the beach under the stars at Punta del Diablo. Not bad, right?
I return to the market to change the ticket .. La señora seeing "but you did not have to leave this morning?" "Ma'am, excuse me ... but it is not so much that I can 'change the ticket tomorrow morning?" "The party bus is 2 hours ago .. How do I change it? You must pay the ticket." "Señora .. .. por favor por favor" .. nodding and looking like an idiot makes me gesture with his hand di darle il biglietto vecchio "GRACIAS!! Muchas Gracias, señorita!!" "Señora..." "Gracias, señora!!" mi da il nuovo biglietto e guarda sorridendo come chi dice "dai.. vabbé..".
Al pomeriggio c'e' la festa di Sara. Compie 3 anni. Sara é la figlia di Xavier e Andrea, lunghi capelli biondisiimi e crespi (un pochino sporchini..), una vitalitá incredibile, riso continuo e una bellissima panciona con un ombelico all'infuori con cui giochicchieresti per ore. La festa é fuori dalla loro tenda, in uno spiazzetto davanti alla casa di un pescatore. Saremo una ventina. Giochiamo a nascondino, un due tre stella, strega comandacolor, ci "imparo" bum bum bum mago libero e finiamo con il piu' classico the "you've got it." Really we had bad. How long is that you do not play one of these games? Try it, 'and really nice! Pero 'try it!
The sun is beginning to lower .. -we look a bit '..- by Ernesto asking us if we sleep tonight, then to him. "No thanks, Ernesto, go to the beach" "Guys really .. sleep here!" "No thanks, which, makes us really like to sleep on the beach. Michael and I want to sleep on the beach" "Do you want to sleep on the beach?" "Yes!" "It is prohibited here .. I am sending you a nice place." He takes the keys and asks who is behind him on a sort of open macchininina 4 for 4 Diego bought for Christmas. I'm behind Ernesto, with il sole al tramonto, su le dune della spiaggia dopo che il paese é giá bello che finito. Dopo una duna, Ernesto mi dice "é quella".
Una palafitta di tre piani, sulla sabbia, tra le dune, intorno non c'e´´ nulla. Solo mare e arena, e l'arancione del cielo. Semplicemente non ci credo. E' un sogno. La casa super pettine (tutta vetrata, con luce gas e tutti gli elettrodomestici) é di due francesi, arriveranno dopomani; ci sono tutte le loro cose. Domani a mezzogiorno arriva una signora per pulirla: entro quell'ora dobbiamo essere assolutamente fuori. Dopo un po' arriva anche Romagna accompagnato dal padre di Diego. Neanche lui ci crede fino a quando non apro la porta con le chiavi. Ridiamo ridiamo e ridiamo. Siamo contentissimi. I never thought of being in a place like this .. Only seen in American TV show .. The sunset from quass'u is something indescribable. And 'our. Around anything. When did this happen so ein travel means that you own is going well.
smettiemo the evening, never to thank el Viejo (everything 'purpose only please), and the restaurant is full .. we also have to wait. How many things have changed in recent days .. Ana we recommend to take as "accompanying mashed potatoes because they are finite, that there 'is in an envelope and she made a mistake and poured into an envelope which has the yeast instead of pure' .. the people around him is eating .. Okay Ana .. do you .. I never said but Ernesto, there is no menu .. a card .. prices also vary from morning to night .. 'And the price you pay (willingly). For those who had not-yet-understood, this is not your typical restaurant. People go away from
Viejo y el Mar. We are Michael, Ana, Ernesto, Diego and I: we talk about travel, dreams and future drinking red wine. Diego I ask if I find a permanent marker, I want to leave your guitar and What write a dedication on. Diego is very happy, he tells me that he thinks Ernesto begins to cry. Even goes to her house to take him. I put on the word "esta es .." (See intro), Ernesto is moved and gave me (also with a dedication), his shirt wiskhey "Dumbo." Now I'm moved. I promise (and faccio credendoci davvero) che non so quando ma "qui io ci torno", ci rivedremo.
Ci salutiamo ora, domani lui deve andare al Chuy dal dentista. Ci incamminiamo sulla spiaggia per giungere -dopo 20 minuti- alla nostra lussuosissima "tana". Luci soffuse e ultima "buonanotte"; l'alba da quassù e' indimenticabile. L'ultima alba a Punta del diablo.
La mattina ci svegliamo, docciamo (acqua calda!!) e dobbiamo fare in fretta ad andarcene, in venti minuti arriva la tipa per pulire, assolutamente non puo' trovarci qui. Facciamo l'ultimo salto da Ernesto a berci un caffè. Nel tornare indietro vediamo che c'e' Diego sul 4 per 4 che viene verso di noi con dietro qualcuno di conosciuto.. "nooooo" "non puo' essere!!" "It is!" "Nooo it can not 'be him!" "Yes yes yes and 'him!" "JORJITOOOOO !!!!!!!". Take it, embrace it and do a lot of parties .. he is not very happy .. "Do you have my passport ????, no ?!?!".. "...", "...." "Oh shit ..." "No Jorja, you left a bunch of stuff here, but no passport .., Do you have at least one copy?" "It is that '.. but you do not have it? Really?" "No Jorja .. .. I'm sorry." Jorja is halfway between the angry and desperate. Accompany him to call the embassy. Will be with me in Montevideo. But first he must revise the Chuy, left the backpack there, the dumb. No Rio, I smell ..
I will be seeking the issue yesterday. I had a ticket for the early morning and would like to begin in the afternoon (if not, I can not join the others in the province of San Cristobal-Santa Fe-by tomorrow night). The lady when I see myself: "Still here ????" I have to explain the whole history of "Canadian" by saying that I could not miss the sunrise in a place like this .. "Yes. Okay .. but I can not change once the ticket. Among other things always change it after the bus has already left ..." "Ma'am ... I swear this time I'm leaving." Meanwhile Maicol behind me says that the "Canadian" was a sign .. We must stay here in Punta del Diablo, according to him. I tell him to come with me, but he does not move from here .. La temporada has just begun .. ". The Canadian for me was a sign .. but the ultimate sign of a wonderful experience over as best he could not. Rarely do I find the courage and honesty to finish something before that something is finally "finished". It is not easy to put an end at the right time .. Not this time, but I have so much inside, it's time to say good bye .. "Maybe more review 'in the'..." I tell Michael. "So what do you do?? Parties?", You hear the voice of the lady who in the meantime and 'become impatient. "Yes, birth." "Parties really??, Look, I swear that I will not change more 'the ticket!" "Yes, ma'am. Parto".
Passo da Ernesto per salutare per l'ultima volta. Il Viejo non è andato al Chuy perchè non si è svegliato in tempo, ancora abbracci.
Mi accompagnano alla parada. Ci sono tutti, saranno una ventina, da Pablo con June e Dolphine a Xavier e famiglia, il bagnino, il surfer, Micheal tutto lo staff del Viejo (Ana ha in dote un ciddì). L'autobus arriva con 1 ora di ritardo. Perfetto. Nel frattempo passa ANdrea che indossa il mio pareo. L'avevo lasciato appeso fuori dalla Cabaña e una notte di pioggia e ventissimo se ne era volato via. Andrea l'aveva trovato e anche ricucito. La ringrazio, ma non glielo posso lasciare, è il Mio Pareo (arancione giallo verde e rosso= bellissimo), preso un po' di anni fa dall'armadio della mother. I really can not let him, she understands very well and starts to laugh, "Do not worry." Wait for the bus even entire northern European large group. They are alone. A great satisfaction to think .. "This is how you travel chicos! Learn ..". Slowly return to their other occupations, is Michael.
Here comes the bus. The last hug. Forte.
Hello my friend, the two of us we'll see.
The bus closes its doors, the figure of Michael disappears behind the panaderia, the guy in front with the most typical gesture South American throws the seat fully back and look outside.

PS

In these days use two birthdays.

01:02 Elios, my more bbestia friend, John Belushi look-alike, in rugby. Thanks again for the great moments of the holiday nordargentina. From Tucuman to Barcelona, \u200b\u200bvia Tarifa Galliano and '98, only one cry: "TOGA TOGA TOGA TOGA !!!!". The Dianmo Ravizza you extraño mucho. Amsterdam had to come ..

1.30 Maggi (ko), known in September of '84, when we started our brilliant school careers. If you happen to read these lines you remember (because you are-still-friend) two bets. For 40, the greater height on the ID card (which I'm already looking at 184 ..). Within your 30 remember that you must do the marathon in New York! (In an excess of beer in front of the sboronaggine Tipota, bet 700 thousand pounds, now 8 years old). I smell that dynamic training is not enough, Captain!

Congratulations guys!

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Punta del Diablo
23.12 - 26.12.

Ana 'a girl of 27 years. Ana and mother, lives in Montevideo with her baby of seven years ago, the teacher of yoga. E 'divorced for 3 years and 7 is always on holiday here in Punta del Diablo, but for now, and' here alone, for New Year will come 'his whole family (mother, daughter, sisters). She 's the new "ayudococinera" Ernesto. The description that Pablo had done, coincide.
know it the morning of December 23, she opens the door of the restaurant (closed to keep out the wind too) when we introduce ourselves as each morning to drink that water from the dirty coffee taste, with his feet Pampita feeding the her cubs. He sits at the table with us and start talking. With Ana, more 'we laugh about that. E 'smiling, an' incredible energy, often takes around when it comes to serious stuff always shows curiosity and measurement. It tells us that for her this and 'a pueblo incredible .. by a force that crazy and that he needs to go here at least 2 months a year. Last year was not here because cenuta 'avceva made a trip with his daughter up to Macchu Picchu. Welcomed our decision to remain in this place and continues to ask, laughing, "But what you have done here, since the beginning of December? There 'nothing!". "We've been here. Simple."
are already working for two years by Ernesto temporada this year to earn a little something extra 'is a bit e'portata' of dresses, sarongs, necklaces and bracelets made by a friend of his craft, to be sold outside the restaurant de el Viejo. Overall, Ana is pretty. Back at the start
cabaña "gimme five (s)" means pollicioni rise, barracks style jokes, bets. Typical things to males. Among the observations better and more 'polite' fuck, oh! And ' pretty bad! "" Too bad your ass! "" Well! mica and 'so' bad! there 'very much worse! "" Look at the mica and' a bad ass! Have you seen my tits? "" E 'Latin! "" Of course, however,' is also mom! "" Shit there cares! "" Boh .. I do not know .. "" Look, first I'll try .. "" I just want to see you, asshole !!".. Jorja tells us that he does not like, "Mom is." Let's say that if Jorja wants to indigenous mothers fall below 18 .. .. remains of his idea
Party challenge Milan-Romagna. Coppini and old ladies to handcuff ringalluzziti by the new presence. 2 idiots, Jorja laughs and says, "Voy a buscar chicas a la playa. "Obviously ' all in very, very self-deprecating joke .. Certainly, however, that 'after more' than two weeks ago here in cabaña his first official appearance .. hormone. That's true.
Towards lunchtime I go to the Internet Point .. I have not picked up the diary from Montevideo .. Robette written two, I give myself a call. Peroli name is Luca. That father of Luke Peroli. My scout leader. I call on the phone, and he replies that 'on the toilet, came home from work. Bursts out laughing, we do a Christmas card and tell him to embrace all children of the Community Heads of our scout group (MI 17, ole!) And in particular his partner Carlodibi (my compatriot). He says that Milan is a cold "appalling" (As they say in Milan), I greet him with wrought (and that I 'liked a lot and re-use'!) "Lucone! I greet you 'cause I've got the ice in the cocktails and' I'm alone, if no, it melts me! ". Too good sometimes call friends by surprise when you travel and start making the sucker! A week ago, 15:12, Frenk and I also called Magdalene, two "my" scouts that day over 18 years (aanche them as the Gringo in Cologne on the day of Live in the Promised Land, I would never forget.). I caught him "perhaps maybe" tipsy, she seemed to be trying to finish. I had called too late just to be able to find at least "talking", capable of formulare frasi di senso compiuto. Ce l'avevo fatta!! Mi aveva fatto davvero piacere sentirli e quella sera me ne ero tornato in cabaña pensando a loro e a come era compiere "diciottanni".
Invitiamo nel pomeriggio Ana in spiaggia (non che ci fosse bisogno del nostro invito...), stiamo li' un po', parliamo un po' di tutto (vita in Europa vs vita in SudAmerica, come sempre..) e pian piano si aggiunge altra gente. Conosciamo anche Diego un amico argentino di Pablo, anche lui violinista, che si appresta a suonare il tango nei locali quaggiu' in Gennaio Febbraio. Sembra abbastanza indurito con noi europei, Ana prova a smorzare i toni, Maicol so incazza e si mandano vicendevolmente affanculo. Poi li facciamo far la pace (prendendoli per il culo) before a birrone empanadas and the other beach. The beach of the port begins to suffer from the incipient temporada .. enormous wide beach as well as some body seal (do not know why 'but come here to die), you see groups of tourists (including northern Europe who are jogging), someone doing some surfing and punteño that, as in the best traditions, "the child learns the game of football. In a beach of hundreds of meters there will be about fifty people .. perhaps someone more '.. La temporada makes itself felt on our habits. Everything is fine, but the risk of going from "downtown" and find our belongings looted (passport & cash) would be to end our trip. Anyway, also lose cameras, audio players, and (my) camera would not be pleasant. After two weeks, our house is equipped with a padlock.
While we are getting dark by Ernesto who is conversing with his friends who are there 'to make a whiskey. The saying is, proudly, as he thought of organizing the restaurant and dinner for tomorrow night. There will be 'a special menu, and' this morning that is cooking, El viejo y el mar sara 'SOLD OUT. We finally have learned and we sufficientissima confidence to reject the frequent and embarrassing (like a whiskey before noon) "call." In the afternoon talking with Maicol bet that we would not be able to provide, in time for tomorrow night, a Christmas tree to put Ernesto. Punteñi I ask where can I find a pine wood striving to pull away without the risk of being caught by the forest. "Behind the houses on the other side of the pueblo!", "I'll take you there. I'll see you here tomorrow morning at 10:00. "Bella." I think.
Before going to dinner, go home and put a little 'to place the Cabaña. It 'really a mess, there are around the brush and colors, bags scattered many papers, coins, Jorja things (how' messy this blessed boy!) Are everywhere, you do not know if batteries charged or not. Also there is' a thick layer of sand and dust that covers the floor and rolled insettacci (including 2 beautiful scorpions). From Marisa when he and 'round us boys we left a little' go ... Put in place by listening to Dire Straits, illuminated by a multitude of candles, all beautiful and cheerful 'a beautiful scene. The only part of the house that does not need to be put in place and 'a bath.
few days earlier, in fact, Jorja was angry with us. It was the afternoon when we had a haircut. He did not and the result (a cross between Lucchetta, Elvis and Lino Banfi) not just thrilled. After a bit 'of time (me, Marisa Maicol and we never stopped laughing) decides to go to the bathroom. Back in the hard way and asks us (with the crucial help of mime) if we do the pee 'sitting or standing. "In feet! "Maicol responds," sure! .. standing, "I say." As in the foot! So how do you do when you poop? "" Clean the toilet before you sit still 'The important thing is to do a poo in a long time that someone went into the bathroom and clean up a bit' the edges of the toilet, "We try to answer. "Then when I feel wet is not 'always water (the shower splashing on the toilet) .. and' your pee '." Jorja looks angry and says that 'a lot better if we did all the sitting down .. Unfortunately, more and more 'altered, try to explain it by saying "Yes, yes, you pee Porque' no es mi pipi'!!". Had never used that phrase ...
Joy, delirium, and standin 'ovation in cabaña. "YES! MI PIPI 'ES TU PEE'!!!" "You PIPI 'ES MI PIPI' y MI PIPI 'ES TU PEE Jorja'!!!! YES! YES !!!". At this point, even mocked by Marisa (who apparently expected these customs from these animals -ipse dixit), Jorja is angry. We can not stop laughing ... if you look at each other we can not be serious because of her hairstyle "brand new" .. As soon as someone tries to apologize to him, there's 'someone else whispers from behind "Porque me pee' es tu pee '" and the rice and' rampant again, we are with tears in his eyes. After fifteen minutes we apologize-for-good with him, and I promise to Michael to try to remember all the times we're going to the bathroom (After 27 years is not 'so' automatic change their habits). Since that day, the bathroom is affixed, immaculate. But we say 'that could also raise the issue before .. would have been better. For him, certainly.
the evening we eat by Ernesto (.. but how strange!) And Ana know best. When the other three tables are left sitting with us while Ernesto plays some songs on the guitar left them 'from a few nights before. Rumours say that today there is the inauguration of a new restaurant, a disco pub! Ernesto wants to go bad, Diego we load all on his car, Ana goes home, and says that 'tired. the new local and 'empty. Are we more 'other 6 people. We offer each other a drink e.. to bed.
On 24 I wake up early .. I have an appointment with the type to pick up the pine. No trace of type, within the restaurant to ask Ernesto if he saw his friend. The viejo has just woken up (sleeping in the attic) and is drinking mate. He tells me that probably the guy and he 'forgot. A Uruguayan that gives you an appointment and not 'the same as a Flemish .. Do not really know which is better (with a Flemish if later than 3 minutes, you have already apologized ..). The fact is however that I have to give me to do for the Christmas tree. So ... I get back in my sleeping bag, with the loft Maicol that tells me "there will never, Milan!" Po with a false accent, "Romagna vacagare .. but go" with great emphasis in Milan.
After some 'knock at the door. "You go!", "No you go, asshole!", "Come on, oh! Go!", "Fuck it cost you?", "I have a headache, I do not want to get off!" , "you do not have bad ass head!", "Milan, if I go down I'll give you many, many ..", "Romagna! by .. .. I'll wait up!". Knocking out again. We start screaming from our beds, and asking who is saying to enter.
"Permiso .." said two little voices of women. There
rush.
front of us, Manuela and Nicole, two sisters in Germany. The first, the younger sister, made the Erasmus in Buenos Aires and now makes a turn up in Caracas (in the Galapagos will go well with an environmental organization), is fluent in English, joked a lot, and a little pricey cicciottellina. Nicole is very beautiful. It 's not good it hurts, but it's really pretty ugly ugly ugly. (Please note the two highly cultured quotes). It 'a little higher than me, brown-red hair, green eyes, nose, beautiful legs and ass occhei. Tit few. Jobs in Management of business as important nonricordoquale chenneso. And 'here on holiday with his sister. On 29 December they flew to Salta from Baires. Nicole, on Jan. 2 to be in Berlin to work. They ask us if we can host it for today, tomorrow they have a cabaña reserved. Even sleep on the floor to make room for them ...
Top athletes from the playa and Jorja and 'enthusiastic dei nuovi arrivi. Oggi e' la vigilia di Natale. Mai avrei pensato di viverne una cosi'... apri la porta e hai vento, sole e l'oceano davanti. Per di piu', anche una bella tipa che ti entra in casa. Cosi'... aggratis!!! Io e Maicol iniziamo a pensare che forse qui in Uruguay Papa' Noel, arriva un po' prima.. L'alemano ci dice che l'americano (quello della Corazzata Potiomkin) ci ha invitato a pranzo a casa sua. Le ragazze hanno pero' voglia di riposarsi un po'.. non vengono.. le lasciamo la chiave del lucchetto. Siamo dallo yankee, ci sorbiamo i soliti racconti di megafeste con mega personaggi (il tipo era molto molto amico del regista o dello scrittore di Paura e delirio a Las Vegas) e mangiamo benone. Ci fa anche sentire la compilation che ha preparato per stasera da Ernesto, tutta con canzoni di Natale. Questa trashata non mi dispiace per nulla e ne approfitto per chiedergli se non ha voglia di venire con me a cercare un pino. "Senza Christmas tree che Natale e'?". La sua risposta é secca. "Andiamo al Chuy con il mio bmw a comprarne uno!". Andiamo.
Il senso di trionfo che provo nell'arrivare a El viejo y el mar con l'alberello sottobraccio e' inspiegabile. Michele e' seduto al tavolino fuori e mi guarda sorridendo e scuotendo la testa. Ana ride prendendo in giro il caro Romagna. Romagna paga il "tintito", un buon malbéc del 2003.
Mi ripeto.. ma.. realmente... pensare a cosa succede a Milano il 24 (e i giorni prima..) e trovarsi ora quaggiu' e' davvero strano.. QUi e' tutto equal, there is only 'a little' more 'of euphoria around. No decorations, no ipercaos, no nervousness, no cars at all (!!), last gifts, meaning no water in the throat (that feeling of having to do a lot of things before 20:00 on 24/12), no consumerism and above no hypocrisy (all good Christmas and then GO!! with inexhaustible desire to place it in the ass to the next then to be able to make the most profit). In this corner of the world "war is over", and "war" is not 'only the war in Iraq or other wars, no "war" and' our culture. All that huge mess with us in the days before Christmas. Call it "consumerism", call it what you want. For me now, part of the word WAR. On 24 December in Punta del Diablo war is over.
The only thing that now makes me regret my town and the happy little family and dear friends far away. I call home at about 21:00 on down there ', I feel Nandone, and Emiliuccia Andycapss. On the road to La Cabaña I feel so '... strange. Before dinner (after a shower) I'm going to call. At least cosi'faccio a surprise. Everything is fine, but receiving a call from your son or your brother for Christmas Day, not exactly call it a "surprise." Receive another after 4 to 5 hours, this is that It is a surprise. Did not expect. Member (and me) is so much pleasure. Among other things, to me it seems that the sister was my rather drunken. I did 1 hour and pass the queue to call .. not immediately yield the post. I try to make other calls. "I feel" 'cause actually the phone lines on the evening of December 24, rumor that they are a little busy. Name is a bit random 'number of old friends. I find Cascio, Poli, Lorenzino. Bello. When I arrive at
Viejo y el mar, the tables are gia'occupati is e'strettissimi. The tables are shared. You can find sitting next to Christmas dinner with someone you've never seen before. All the guests are happy. At our table we Maicol, Jorja, I, the Yankee, Nicole, Manuela and an Irishman whose name I am not able to understand. It also adds a Swedish last nineteen happened to them ' per caso. Appena ti siedi Ana ed Ernesto ti portano un piattone in cui c'e' tutta la roba da mangiare. Tutto insieme, tranne il dolce. Se ne vuoi di piu' vai in cucina e te lo prendi. Ernesto ha deciso cosi' perche' voleva gustarsi questa notte. "Non voglio lavorare, volgio solo versare il vino". Grande Viejo!! Come sottofondo il cd di Micheal l'americano, che a noi tre ha dato in regalo un bel Toblerone!! (la musica funziona grazie ad una batteria per auto sistemata sotto il bancone). Noi avevamo discusso se farci i regali.. Maicol non voleva.. lui dicxeva che era "contro".. a me in realta' non avrebbe dato fastidio, anzi.. sarebbe stato anche un bel ricordo per ognuno di noi.. Fatto sta che Maicol e Jorjito non volevano. Lo faccio pero' ad Ernesto. The gift is one of my compilation of some of Dylan's songs sung by Joan Beaz. Ernesto also puts it on for a while ', then return to the songs of Christmas.
e'FAVOLOSA atmosphere. At our table, and it 'very cheerful and talkative, Maicol seems well taken with Manuela (who wants to see ..). Jorja and I talk a lot with Nicole, even though the sixty americanazzo is very "good". Nicole regrets the ugly fact that he had found a job that does not allow her to travel, "I love this, but unfortunately 'this world I can' belong," he says with his hands showing everything 'around him, to tell the Nicole looks like a real little rigidina her. Let's say you see that is different from her sister .. here. Ana also sits down with us, knowing looks and challenge between me and the dear Romagna. Megabrindisi and toast and toast again, Ernesto says it 's time to go to the beach, "port" for a drink. We are in a small bar (open for the occasion) in the sea many many children and not all are delighted that they kiss and embrace each other to get their best wishes. As the situation becomes uncontrollable, you lose all, I offer to drink plenty of people. Classic situation of "we're all best friends." There are also the North European, very funny too, we are with them a bit of English boys' fashion. And more hugs, greetings. One has to drink each other, especially with strangers. Two little old me prendono in simpatia e mi offrono 3 cuba di fila. Io ricambio. Cerco di nuovo i miei commensali, incontro Ernesto che vuole "invitarmi" ancora da bere, riesco a rifiutare. Le due sorelline tedesche sono con Jorjito che traballa, Maicol non lo trovo piu', vado a prendere un po' d'aria facendo due passi sulla battigia.
In spiaggia, mentre mi dirigo nuovamente verso il baretto, incontro Ana.

La mattina del 25 dicembre mi sveglio in un divano letto sotto una pesante coperta. Ana mi respira tra il collo e la spalla. Quando apro gli occhi penso solamente "Tutto questo e' incredibile". Quando lei apre gli occhi, scoppia a ridere. Per non rischiare di pregiudicare la mia giá debole psiche non mi chiedo neanche per un momento perche' stesse laughing. Certain questions is better not to have them. That's it.
Ana gets up, goes bare mattress on the tape that separates the basin of the 'kitchen', pick up some oranges, cut in half 'and hand squeezes. Back with two glasses of orange juice. Handing me a says, "Hay esto .. you just tasted? Ricchisimo está!" with the low voice and with the typical intonation "Latin America". 'S official. At this moment I do not understand most 'anything.
The beauty and purity of this scene I love so much. I had never seen a girl (at this time would be better to call it "woman" or at least "girl") wake up to this natural and do something totally "human" as a squeeze of orange. In Italy already hear the sound of the "juicer" (which has made incredible progress the human race ..), the early morning, I would bother.
The walk from the house of Ana cabaña, under the hot sun of Christmas, is wonderful. Li 'and inside I find Jorja Maicol with faces .. I do splendid. Above all take the piss .. Romagna last night and 'lost on the beach, fell asleep and when the two e'svegliato Tedeschini were right Go home. They tell me that Manuel and Nicole this morning around noon when he went in the other cabña who had already paid. "How did you stay?" "See you later at the beach." "Perfect." Maicol asking questions .. and 'curious .. few and vague answers. Ana mind helping me, so 'I was not already' told you everything. It seems instead that Jorja has done something last night .. but he says nothing .. does so .. A good Christmas
Michele can not 'let us refrain from the egg noodles. It took two weeks of very strong psychological pressure to convince him. In the end, and 'enough for the mirage of a pussy and does not hold back .. Yesterday in fact, the German insisted Because in a lot of you put in the kitchen. He is the idiot and tells Ana that for her. They leave clear threats and gestures (such as the classic "titagliolagola"), on purpose-he-makes embarrassing questions. Jorja seems divertitissimo these gags, Ana too.

the evening, again from Ernesto, there are 2 large group and the North European couples. By its nature the three of us are sitting at the table with Nicole and Manuela. The noodles el hablador Maicol (Romagna does not speak often, but 'after a certain hour, more ..) are pretty good, everybody compliments to dear Romagna, Italian pride. At the sight of girls, are also added Diego, Xavier and Pablo. We decided to go all together to make four jumps in the disco cats, today stinks that there is' people. I say to Ana, in the meantime is working, we go to CuevaLuna and if she wants to go when it ends.

in place we can find the beer, we speak .. The climate is 'more d4ei' Arzilli, yesterday-whatever-it was a tough night. Good Maicol s'inspiaggia with Manuela, I speak with Diego (the friend of violinist Pablo, not the aide of the former) and Nicole; if Jorja fue a dormir. Ana arrives, take a beer and we drink all together. What happens? Ie .. almost .. I perhaps speak a bit 'too much with Nicole (raga' ... real nice ..) and not with Ana .. Okay, 'Ana goes .. occhei you .. "Did well" .. pero 'could at least say hello, from .. (I know everything that is typically male). The aun bit cos' annoys me, however, and Nicole is a "fucking in the ass." Yeah I know. I'm nervous. Nicole is not a "fucking ass", the only thing 'and that is not exactly the girl with whom you are easily proved. And then the "thing" Ana really pisses me off.

Jorja asleep Maicol be doing in the garbage or cabaña the girl on the beach ... I'm going back home. Jorja is not sleeping, playing music and is reading the Lonely Planet. We stopped a little 'fun talking and at one point comes Maicol. Gets a grin on his face .. "Fuck you doing here?" "Boh!?? Do not know!, Manuela tomorrow I'm back .. soon part!" Good Romagna is pleased to bad .. tells us all .. even of a piercing that the girl "wearing" but that we should not say to her older sister. I do not say anything about these new and Daprà generations.

Michael and I often talk about the fact that sometimes, when traveling, we must be able to recognize the signals. The

mattina del 26 dicembre, arriva un segnale. Inequivocabile.

Sto dormando nel living (il divano é molto meglio di un matereasso di gommapiuma su assi storte), Michele mi sveglia gridando "Sono arrivate!! sono arrivate!!" e si precipita fuori dalla porta. Dal vetro non piu' cosi' sporco (Marisa aveva pulito la finestra su cui qualcuno aveva disegnato un pisello) vedo che effettivamente "sono arrivate". La cabaña di fronte possiede due nuove belle coinquiline. Nel frattempo sento anche che Ernesto sta sicendo qualcosa a Maicol. E' il segnale. E' arrivato il nipote del propietario con altri amici. Anche se forse possiamo dormire qui, comunque cambia tutto. Decidiamo di andarcene. Sono un gruppo di diciottenni surfisti di Montevideo, sembrano simpatici. Non ci aspettavamo arrivasse qualcuno "cosi´presto..". Per certo, loro non aspettavano noi.. Sono sette, alcuni dormono in tenda fuori. Il tipo, tale Facundo, pare anche infastidito dal fatto di trovar gente in casa sua. (speriamo che le "migliorie" apportate gli piacciano).

La situazione é questa: le fighe sono arrivate. Noi ce ne dobbiamo andare.

Facciamo colazione e paghiamo "l'affitto" a Ernesto: per quasi 20 giorni, ci dice di dargli 500 pesos, 18 iuri. A Punta del Este 300 pesos each night per uno sgabuzzino in 8. El viejo ci dice che se vogliamo possiamo dormire per 1 o 2 giorni in mansarda con lui, anche Ana (che mi saluta ridendo..ancora..) ci invita a casa sua fino a quando arrivano his parents, there 's also the cabaña of German ... now go away. To sleep no problem, but do sar'a backpack after all this time to leave La Cabaña is strange .. we take the piss out of each other and we do not think. Is ending. Jorja

perhaps already party tonight, I will tomorrow.