Look Ma, there's a country called "U R Gay"

I am sitting on the balcony at dusk in Colonia (24th April). It is fairly warm with clear skies, the water of the river Plate is glistening in the distance, there is a smell of washing in the air and a the noises of the town are floating by on the cool evening breeze – beginners playing drums and piano, dogs barking, children’s voices, scooters. Tim’s been inside massacring mosquitoes and now he is playing with the B-day.. he’s fascinated with them!

We were hoping to shop in Montevideo for furniture for the house – but alas the furniture was uninspiring and expensive and the service grumpy so we quit early. Monte did not have much appeal so we caught a bus through the lush cattle farms east to Colonia, a charming, old town just across the river from BA.

We are off to supper with my jeans tucked into my socks to stop the plague of mossies..

The little village pic is in Colonia, the green scene is from the bus window and that's Tim with one of the novel ways he found of removing doggie do do from his shoes..