"Cop: You know why I pulled you over?
Fletcher: Depends on how long you were following me!"  -  Liar, Liar - Cop and Fletcher Reede (Jim Carey)

     Guess it was bound to happen sooner than later…I received my first Uruguayan traffic ticket.  I had absolutely no idea what I had done wrong.  The very nice young officer who stopped me spoke no English, so we had to get by with my limited Spanish and trembling hand signals.  
     I'm sure he regretted having stopped me, as it was about 95 degrees and took way longer than he ever imagined.  I kept saying, "No entiendo." -  I don't understand.  Finally he went back to his car for the 4th time (after checking out all of my IDs, which I handed over with those trembling hands) and returned with pen and note paper.  
     He drew a beautiful diagram of the roundabout (traffic circle) I had just navigated.   It seems that I don't know how to navigate those as well as I thought I did.  I had been exiting the circle incorrectly every single time.  Yikes!  
     He was extremely polite and apologized as he handed over the ticket.  I'm not sure if he was apologizing for giving me the ticket or for causing himself to sweat. 
Update:  I tried forever to pay that ticket!  No one would take my money.  I let it slide and thought that maybe it got torn up.  Nope, four years later - there it was online and had quadrupled in price...geez.  It's now been paid.